The ride had been uncomfortable, Iris didn’t know what to feel throughout the whole situation and a part of her just wanted to curl up and hide from everything for what she had done. The guilt she felt was horrendous, it was already eating her up inside as she watched the scenery pass by in a blur. It had taken a little bit to get to their destination and she recognised it when it came into view. It was her humble home, it had two bedrooms a bathroom, kitchen and a living room. Iris had remembered her father and mother had saved for this house, it had a garden and even though it looked slightly worse for wear it had what they needed. 

Exiting the car, she could see her father standing in the doorway beaming at her with pride, “Oh look at you, you did it! You have helped win this war! Your mother would be proud.”

“Least you were able to accommodate for the change of plans. No killing, just kidnapping.” Ethan shrugged as he opened the boot of the car to reveal the Prince. Thomas had been in communication with Regis about the new plan so thankfully they had managed to convert the basement into a holding cell quite quickly. 

“Oh well, better than nothing.” Regis waved it off as he moved to the boot of the car looking down at the Prince who had been stuffed into it. “She has a kind heart like her mother, I was asking too much of her to kill him, I guess. I can deal with that.”

[color=f49ac2]“You’re not thinking of killing him?”[/color] Iris choked out as she looked at her father, she knew he was her father, but no more memories had returned yet and she put that down to the emotional rollercoaster she was currently experiencing.

“Shhh don’t worry your pretty little head over it.” Regis smiled back as he took his daughters hand in his own, “You’ve had quite the journey. Why don’t get some rest we will deal with this.”

Sighing Iris looked away nodding, she could smell the alcohol on her father’s breath and knew arguing with him would be pointless. Whilst Cas would be locked in their basement, she could somewhat protect him, ensure he had food and maybe she could convince her father otherwise as she doubted he would kill him right now not when he could show him off to the rebels like a prized possession [color=f49ac2]“Of course. Goodnight.”[/color] Hanging her head, she didn’t dare look back at the Prince in the boot as she moved inside the house, the familiarity of it guiding her to her room. 

[color=f49ac2][i]Mother would not be proud of what I’ve done.[/i][/color] Thinking bitterly to herself as she moved inside her room, paint peeled from the walls. Dust coated some of the furniture and mould was growing by the window. The bed was made but she already knew the fabric would be scratchy, uncomfortable. Sighing to herself as she sat on the edge of her bed she replayed everything that happened this evening in her head, she couldn’t stop fixating on it all and what she had caused. 

Sleep did not happen for her; she didn’t feel safe even though she was home and she was so conflicted with herself that she could not rest easy. Not knowing that she had hurt someone she deeply cared about. The sun shone through the darkened window in her room signalling it was morning and the pit in her stomach only worsened as she knew they’d be realising the Prince was missing and it would only cause more distress for the King with him not being well. 

Dark circles were under her eyes as she pushed herself from the bed, a dull ache in her leg from all the movement last night. Moving over to the wardrobe she changed into fresh clothes, tattered jeans and a simple pink blouse that the colour had faded drastically. Rummaging in the wardrobe she pulled out a blanket, dusting it off it was a fleece blanket that would provide warmth. Holding it under her arm she exited her bedroom making her way down the stairs to be greeted with the site of her passed out father holding an empty bottle of beer in hand. Must have celebrated and passed out drunk. 

Shaking her head, she moved to the kitchen opening the fridge cringing at the smell of off food and frowning when she saw the off meat in the fridge. Looking to the side she could see some bread so picked up a few slices placing them on a plate, they weren’t fresh, but it was better than any of the off food in the fridge. Reaching up to the cups she filled one up with water and made her way to the basement with the items knowing she was about to face him. 

[color=f49ac2][i]Oh boy.[/i][/color] 

Moving inside she took a deep breath before she approached the bars that kept him locked up, unable to speak she quietly placed the plate of bread and water just outside of the bars so he would be able to grab them if he wanted. Next to them she placed the blanket as she knew it would get cold.