The interrogation had been rough, the soldiers weren’t exactly accommodating but again he had rushed into the capital with no real plan. Ethan and a few other close friends of his had decided to break into the capital because it had been a few days without word from Iris. Her father was beside himself and making some outlandish suggestions and his rage was becoming quite the problem. It didn’t help he with his drinking habits but only Ethan knew about that. He and Iris had always ensured that at speeches, rallies and any talks he was always presentable. No hint of what happened behind closed doors but with Iris gone Ethan was becoming worried. Ethan and the boys had split after the escape to make it easy to slip into the shadows, pulling out his phone he sent a text to Regis to keep him updated. They were in, no sign of his daughter yet. “Iris, where the hell are you? I swear to god if you’ve been caught.” Moving into the shadows he made sure no one had followed him, there hacker guy on the inside had said they were the only captives, so he had hope she was around somewhere. “You better not be dead.” Wiping blood from his brow he had been roughed up for information, but he did not give anything away. “That [i]pompous[/i] Prince and his [i]stupid[/i] father. Living the life of luxury whilst we fight for our next meal.” Grumbling to himself he knew he was making himself angry but for now he needed to hide himself and find her, find his girlfriend. It was hard not to worry on the fact she had not come home, when he found out what mission her father had sent her on, he nearly flipped. Expecting her to sneak in an assassinate someone? She was no trained assassin and a part of him feared she had already faced severe consequences for getting caught. -- Feeling more human after washing her face with cold water she looked back at her reflection, the once haunted look had changed to one of worry. She was worried what her memories meant, and the fact was that if they were true it would have such a huge detriment to her and Caspain. [color=f49ac2][i]There would be no chance… we could no longer be… friends even.[/i][/color] Looking down at her hands she sighed shaking her head, the unease was still there. [color=f49ac2]“He would hate me.”[/color] Shaking her head, she left the stunning bathroom and hobbled back into the bedroom glancing around, the room was beautiful. She had been so excited to stay here, experience it all, but now all she felt was the doubt on who she was. It was hard because she didn’t know who she was fully, there was no clue on what it did mean but she knew deep down it wouldn’t be good. Caspain had saved her life, opened his home and covered for her medical costs, she owed him but more than that there was the almost kiss from earlier and even when thinking on it it still made her heart flutter. It was quite complicated and as much as a part of her wanted to run she knew it would only rouse suspicion, a part of her didn’t want him in any sort of trouble because of her. Sprawling out on the very expensive sofa in the room she felt it was high time she rested. Forget about the memories. It could all just blow over and she could have been stressing herself out over nothing. Sighing softly as she felt herself relax more at the idea, she could put that in the past and she could just enjoy a few more days with Cas. The time had passed, and she had fallen into a light slumber, mind swirling with various different thoughts. Opening her eyes, she looked around the room frowning at first thinking that she had heard something. Rubbing the back of her head she realised that there had been a knock at the door and without even realising a small smile had crept in place as she thought it was Cas. [color=f49ac2]“Just a minute!”[/color] Calling out as she sat herself up, using her fingers to smooth down her hair she fumbled for her crutches before moving to her feet. Opening the door, she grinned seeing Cas, [color=f49ac2]“Hey there! How are you feeling?”[/color] Taking a step to the side so he could come in if he wanted too rather than stand in the hallway talking, she didn’t want to be rude.