“Iris!” Ethan waved his hand frantically in front of her face before him moved his hands and began to shake her from her daze. “IRIS.”

[color=f49ac2]“I…”[/color] Shaking her head as dazed eyes looked down at her hands and then to the Prince who was now on the floor after being struck by Ethan. [color=f49ac2]“What did you do?”[/color] A rather panicked voice left her lips as she looked from Ethan to Cas on the floor kneeling down as she placed fingers against his neck to check for a pulse. 

“What did I do? I [b]followed[/b] the plan! You could have had us killed! Telling him who you are. That could have waited. What if he had called for help? What if he has some secret service that could rescue him in an instant!? You are so stupid! Putting us at risk like that.” Ethan hissed as he grabbed her by the wrist forcefully pulling her away from the Prince. 

[color=f49ac2]“H-Hey!”[/color] Iris felt the tug and winced as she was pulled back to her feet next to Ethan. Wincing as she felt his grip tighten around her wrist she gasped as she felt a rush of pain. The minute she had gasped Ethan had let her go realising he had hurt her, frowning as she gently rubbed her wrist, she looked over at him shaking her head. [color=f49ac2]“You didn’t have to hurt him. We don’t have to kidnap him; we can leave him here just go back without him.”[/color]

“Listen to yourself, if we let him go, he will tell his father about you, about us. It will be called as ANOTHER attack and then what will happen to our people then? No. We are taking him back to your father, locking him in that cell we prepared for him in your home. With him we can bargain with the King. If not, we will kill him.” Ethan spoke coldly as he waved to Thomas who had started to tie up the Prince in case, he woke on the journey home. 

[color=f49ac2]“You can’t kill him. That won’t help anything Ethan!”[/color] Iris sighed as she looked down at Cas, her heart was breaking, and she felt like a terrible person. She knew though the fact she had told him who she was he would have no doubt called for help; she had seen the coms device before when he spoke about it explaining what it did. Had Ethan not knocked him out when he did, they could have all been killed. 

“Oh, shut up. Let’s discuss this back at home. Where you belong might I add.” Ethan shook his head as he moved down to the Prince searching him of his phone and that’s when he saw the coms device. Throwing a sharp look at Iris as if to say I told you so as he chucked it to one side alongside his phone, “He won’t be needing these.” Nodding to Thomas as they both picked up the unconscious Prince to make their way back home. 

"Ethan chill, that's your girlfriend." Thomas spoke softly to Ethan trying to calm him down. 

"Not likely." Ethan cut Thomas off glancing back at Iris.

Biting her lip as she watched both Thomas and Ethan pick him up, she glanced down at the discarded phone of his and picked it up, [color=f49ac2][i]should I take this with us? But what if they have a tracking device on this too. He is the crown Prince after all.[/i][/color] Sighing she let it drop back onto the leafy ground she stood back up and began to follow the boys slightly behind them. Glancing back to other end of the forest, the end that led to the Capital she sighed. [color=f49ac2][i]Cas will never forgive me, nor his people and it doesn't seem like Ethan will forgive me either. [/i][/color]

“Come on Iris, your father has been waiting a long time to see you again.” Ethan called behind him as he huffed whilst lugging around the Princes body. “Come on Tom, pick up the pace. You got a car right? On our side?” 

Iris tuned out to their conversation as she followed behind, she had heard a car had been arranged at the other end of the forest where they planned to stuff the Prince in the boot and head home. Rubbing her head, she still felt dazed from what had just happened, she knew this was her home she was returning to and it seemed familiar. It felt familiar but no further memories had returned yet and she could only imagine they would come back more frequent being in a known surrounding. 

It seemed like forever, but they had finally made it to the run-down beaten-up car that Iris thought would not even run. Looking away as they stuffed the Prince in the boot without any care to him, she sat inside the back of the car feeling terrible, already she could see the vast difference in areas. These streets were battered, dirty and it oozed poor. It was nothing compared to the Capital. [color=f49ac2][i]Oh Cas, what have I done?[/i][/color]