Stephen could hear Princess Danielle's voice coming up the spiral staircase from the floor below, where she was imprisoned.  Sighing, he headed down from the top of the tower to the kitchen below her cell.  Darla, the cook, was finishing preparing Danielle's supper.  It was a bit late, but he'd been holding off serving her, expecting her friend to have shown up by now.  But it was time to feed her.  After all, she might possibly be his half-sister.  And while she might not, a certain level of courtesy was required.  At least until he had both princess's under his control.<br/><br/>Preceding Darla, who carried a tray of food, he went upstairs and unlocked the cell door for her and stood there while she laid the tray on a small table in the corner.<br/><br/>"Your supper, your highness," he said with a mocking bow.  Darla had been instructed to say nothing as she exited the cell.  Locking the cell door once more, Stephen went over to a crank in the wall outside the cell and turned it, lowering a chain down from above the princess.  Once she'd finished her meal, he was going to suspend her by the wrists from the chain.  It was best to make Princess Crystal's job as hard as possible once she showed up.