Silence was hard to be had in these jails; the dripping of water, the occasional cries of prisoners, the shuffling of guards' boots, the sporadic appearance of guards doing a 'run', and then the sudden disappearance of any sounds or actions all together would cycle through the jail's end.  Navarez noticed the beautiful princess's clothing was marred, probably by the sudden jostling of the Bishop's henchmen.  He missed her smile; up until now, she was really only someone he was protecting along with all the other nobility of the castle.  Now, it seemed she was his number one concern.<br/><br/>The number of hours until midnight, until their execution, was dwindling quickly.  "Fair Princess, I'm sorry.  It looks like if we are to do anything, it will have to be at the execution."  He moved his hands to meet hers, but then realized he was being inappropriate.  "I know not what has happened to your family; for all I know, you are my Queen now."<br/><br/>Navarez's head shook in disbelief, a small but non consoling chuckle.  "I used to insist the guards down here keep this place locked tight; no one in or out.  Now, I'm a prisoner of my own rules.  The number of people who could escape down here are slim; I only know of One."