@blessedcharlesv
Juan had not fared well in the days of captivity. It had made him listless, with anxiety, and he had wanted nothing more in some moments to curl into the corner of the room, away from Seymour’s piercing eyes, and write - put pen to paper, make use of himself. More to the point, he had caught himself frequently worrying over the Emperor, telling himself the anxious feeling was born from concern for his sovereign’s well-being. It would have been reasonable, considering the whole situation had emerged from an assassination attempt against one King. Perhaps, too, he was simply lost without the man’s instruction - nothing to do but wait.
Regardless, when his captivity ceased, Charles was the first person he sought. Certainly his need to work and concern for Charles’s safety were the cause of the wave of relief that washed over him when he was finally allowed to see the man, greeting him with a bow. “It is very good to see you safe and well, Your Majesty. We have all been through such an ordeal that I very much feared for what might have become of you. I regret that I could not have offered you more aid.” He found himself speaking rapidly, barely taking the time to breathe. “You were treated well, were you not? I found the investigation most unorthodox. I can speak to anyone who might have mishandled you.”