There was nothing so daunting as everything that had transpired these past weeks.
Jonathan's home nation was at war, but he had faith in his uncle, the king. He might not have been a king that was for all of his people, but he certainly knew battle and its tactics. And, truthfully, his uncle had done a superb job keeping everyone within the confines of their country safe.
Until one day, the walls came crashing down, and not a soul was safe.
Jonathan recognized that he was likely rather lucky that he had been out in public when the nation was overtaken, but that didn't mean he wasn't concerned about or even aware of what happened to his family.
Even though he was only sixth in line for the throne, he was advised by the few of his countrymen to recognize him to keep his mouth shut and do everything he can to ensure that no one knew his true identity. So, whenever he was asked his name, he did as he was told and went by Elias.
He knew not why his fellow countrymen were so adamant about Jonathan withholding his true identity. Though, he had a sinking feeling that his place in line for the throne shot up.
The time between his capture and the moment he was guided to the chamber of his master was a blur. Moments of being washed and scrubbed until his skin was raw as well as full body inspections were vaguely remembered, as were sleeping in the cold and dark, strict "classes", and being fed what were essentially scraps.
Perhaps that was why it was the bath, tender treatments, and delectable food from that morning were so out of place.
The room he was led to was vast and filled with what appeared to be the finest fabrics and materials one could by. On a table, there was what looked to be a rather pricey bottle of wine and a platter of scrumptious fruits and cheeses laid out.
It almost reminded him of his uncle's room when he and his cousins would play armies as children, going to invade the "enemy" that dwelled within the chamber.
And, despite having no actual proof as to why he thinks this other than a memory that invokes the familiarity, he begins to realize whose chamber it is that he's been told to stand in until his new Master returns.
Jonathan's stomach tied in knots several times over, but he did well with keeping it to himself. He found it easier to not dwell on such a hunch when he focused on keeping his whole body still from where he was kneeling with his head down and hands folded in his lap.
He'd been doing such a good job of it that he hadn't even noticed the sound of the door opening and @obligatorial stepping inside.