[color=f49ac2]“Father… it’s not like that.”[/color] Iris whispered rather quickly as she looked at him eyes glancing down at the bottle in his hand, the smell of alcohol was apparent once more and she knew that he had been drinking. [color=f49ac2][i]When didn’t he drink nowadays?[/i][/color] Feeling the uncomfortable in his presence she knew that he was angry, he hated the monarchy. It was clear to see the hatred he held for them; how bitter he had become over the years after losing his wife. 

“Oh? Then what is it like? I’ve heard of your escapades with them. Cuddling up to the enemy.” Slurred angry words left his mouth as he narrowed his eyes at his daughter. “Did you sleep with him?” Holding up a finger as he pointed to her still holding the empty beer bottle. 

[color=f49ac2]“What? No!? It was never… what has gotten into you?”[/color] Iris stuttered at the accusations, [color=f49ac2][i]does Ethan think that?[/i][/color] 

“What has gotten into you more like. Do you think you’re better than us now? I bet you wanted to stay, live that lifestyle. I bet you faked the amnesia all so you could escape your life. Had it not been for Ethan we’d have nothing right now. We wouldn’t have him rotting in our cell, waiting for his death.” Without any warning he threw the empty bottle smashing it against the cell bars, no care if he hurt the Prince or anyone else for that matter because he was angry. Bitter and he was not calming down easily. 

Flinching at the sound of smashing glass she frowned looking at her father, a man she barely recognised. [color=f49ac2]“What are you doing? You should not act like this, show weakness in front of anyone.”[/color] She hoped that he would think of her words, change his behaviour so he would not continue to act like this in front of others. However, she had been wrong, it only angered him further. 

In one swift motion the sound of a slap could be heard as he struck his daughter around the face, “Insolent child talking back to me, I have never been more ashamed. Go to your room. I’ll deal with you later.” Fire burned in his eyes as he glared at his daughter, seething at the fact his daughter was talking back to him. He knew deep down he should not be acting like this, but the rage would not allow him to see through it. 

Willing herself not to cry she turned on her heel head held high as she exited the basement, a part of her did not want to leave him alone with Cas but there was nothing else she could do. There was no way she could stand in between them, he would either kill her Caspain for that matter and it was best to let him calm down himself. [color=f49ac2][i]Cas won’t be stupid; he won’t anger him more… I hope.[/i][/color] Feeling her heart race as she moved to her room, although he had struck her. Although he had been nasty, she knew he was not always like this, he was an honourable man he had just been through a lot. 

“Now you. I hope you’re ready for your death. Might even make a spectacle of it. How would your father enjoy a piece of you being delivered each day? Maybe it will kill his [i]weak [/i]heart.” Regis spoke coldly as he turned his attention to the Prince in the cell. Regis was not thinking straight, although he had an anger problem, he never used to be like this, before the passing of his wife he was different. People could not have predicted the change in him when she had passed, it was like he was a completely different person. Especially when influenced with the alcohol intake.