Stephen noticed the look of recognition in Princess Crystal's eyes.  Did she know who he was?  Or at least who she thought he was?  He was tempted to show her the signet ring he wore and demand to know if it was her father's.  It was all his mother had left him, as she died giving birth to him.  The farmer and his wife who took the baby as their own had told him he was the son of a king.  The ring was the proof.  But which king, they did not know, their farm sitting on the border of two kingdoms.<br/><br/>"No fight left in you, princess?" Stephen sneered, as he lightly caressed her face.  She was as lovely as Danielle, but he tried not to show any attraction to her.<br/><br/>Rather than ask either princess any questions just yet, he decided to secure Crystal like Danielle was secured.  Tomorrow, they would tell him everything.  Crystal looked too tired to put up a struggle, so Stephen sheathed his sword.  He took down manacles from the wall and chained Crystal's wrists together, used another crank to lower another chain from the ceiling, and dragged her over to raise her off the floor with the chain.