Raoul was not too worried about the food he would survive without it much longer than they would let him live if he truly were to die here in this dungeon so at that point it became a mere discomfort.  The one he was worried about was Josephine.  Ever since that wretched guard had climbed up on top of her and rutted like an animal she had not been the same.  not that he could blame her, but he still worried and there was no way for him to see how she was doing.  He started to speak and the guard popped him in the mouth with a bone from his plate like he was a bad dog. Raoul looked up at him with hatred filled eyes, "I can't wait to shove your manhood down your throat and make you choke to death on it you son of a bitch"<br/><br/>The guard smiled a little.  "Still on that kick are we?" He asked.  "That's some awfully big talk for a pussy prince...I think it's just cause you are jealous myself...she probably denied you and then I got to pick her flower." He smirked at the prince glaring up at him with immeasurable glee.