David nodded silently, hanging his head down slightly and turning his body more towards the man at his back. "I do." he said simply, as if having a grown daughter with a woman he did not love was some sort of torturous thing that he had had to go through. "She's but 15."

Ziglarean watched David for a few moments before nodding slowly. "I see." He murmured softly. "That's surprising coming from a man who used to say that he would never have children, after the hell that your father put you through." He watched the man carefully. "I suppose I can give you a tiny amount of my trust, seeing as you could have easily killed me."

He nodded along as Ziglarean spoke, his wide frame heaving gently as he breathed. "Things are expected when you're married and the king." David's eyes filled with a slight glimmer of hope at the man's last remark, his whole body turning towards the cell door now as he smirked over at Ziglarean softly. "Thank you Z."

Ziglarean watched David carefully, a small lump forming in his throat. This man had needed his help, and it was obvious that he had needed it for a long time. If he had only gotten here sooner, and not in shackles, he could have wiped out those that opposed his friend with only a thought. "You're welcome." He said quietly.

David smirked over at his friend and nodded gently as he began to turn away. "I must away. I don't need them searching for me only to discover me here. I'll return as soon as I am able to finish this discussion." He paused momentarily and spoke once move before turning away from Ziglarean. "You will be well taken care of."

He snorted and leaned his head against the wall, his shock of orange hair contrasting sharply with the cold stones behind him. "As well as I can be taken care of, given the circumstances." He looked down at his raw wrists and sent a small bout of healing magic, in an attempt to stave off infection. "Get going. Before your advisers decide to skin you alive."