Raoul was lead before the king who seemed dimly surprised but more than that very disappointed.  "You know..." he said slowly looking Raoul up and down "I had given you enough credit to think you might be alive...maybe your little harlot came back to rescue you or some such...I even thought you night try to sneak into the castle...but to do something so stupid as try to get into the throne room?  I put it past even your foolishness."<br/><br/>Raoul growled in frustration tugging at his ropes trying this way and that to get them to loosen but nothing seemed to help. He was in a most humiliating position tied at the moment to the base of the throne his shirt removed and whip marks across him in angry, red, weeping lines.  "Let me go!" he growled. "This is only for my revenge and nothing more!"<br/><br/>"Oh now see I would like to believe that...it would prove you were a son of mine, a self serving, arrogant, prick...A true royal...but you love that little whore of yours...you would do anything for her including sacrifice yourself as a lamb being lead to the slaughter."<br/><br/>Raoul glared at the man he had called his father his whole life in pure hatred and disgust.  He had to make the king believe that he and Josephine were not plotting something but how? "That bitch left me for dead." He snarled "Why would I gave a fuck about her or her cause?" He channeled all his hared toward his father into the statement he had just given.  Apparently that mixed with the fact that his son had not broken while he whipped him and cut his stitches back open made his father hesitate enough not to decide to kill him just yet.<br/><br/>"We will just have to see about that..." he sad with a bitter smile, "if you go missing she is sure to come for you..until then you make a most amusing pet..."