Alyxander narrowed his eyes, pulling at the chains a bit, but they held firmly. "I need not your aid. Why speak you so faintly, and of freeing me?" He glanced towards the direction that the other guards and the king had gone, but still there was no sign. His gaze returned back to this strange-acting male kneeling beside him. "What trickery are you up to? You must want something, if you act so helpful. What have you been put up to?" His mind wandered to Josephine, and he wished he knew what was happening to her. If you was okay, if she was being hurt, or worse. The thought made his blood boil with anger and frustration.