[color=f49ac2][i]He is not always like this. I have to remind myself of that. He is still hurt about what happened.[/i][/color] Iris bit her lip as she picked up the photo of her mother, it was a happy picture inside. It depicted a family, a younger her as a child and a beaming mother and father proudly standing behind her with hands on her shoulder. Touching the glass, she could feel a light coating of dust on the photo and sighed, her memories returning were more consistent and she knew her father had his moments. [color=f49ac2][i]He was never this bad… something had to have happened. Is it the whole rebellion? I don’t know, maybe I have changed?[/i][/color]

Touching her cheek, she winced as she felt the sting still there, she hadn’t expected to be struck. In fact, she didn’t think he had hit her before. Not that she could remember anyway. [color=f49ac2][i]It’s my fault, he is mad I probably gave him food or something. Maybe the other guys annoyed him? He would have been with Henry and Ethan and it seems like they had to be talking about my fascination with the Prince and how close I got with him. That had to have angered him, since he is convinced it is their fault mother died[/i][/color]. 

“It’s none of [i]your[/i] business how I treat her.” Regis growled as he moved close to the bars of the cell, eyes narrowed as a dangerous flicker of anger passed by. “Is she your [b]property[/b]? I think not. Typical royal, claiming everything as if it’s theirs.” An old wrinkled hand took hold of the bar clenching it as if to steady his anger. He couldn’t hurt the Prince, killing him now would only ruin everything but he was willing to jeopardise it whilst he was not in the right frame of mind. 

“I have led this rebellion for years, I’ve seen your weak pitiful army, couldn’t even stop a [i]girl[/i] or a couple of rebels, could they?” Venom laced his voice as he spat at Caspain treating him like an unwanted animal in his home, which was relatively true to his case. As he took a step forward his foot brushed against the bowl of food and he stopped for a moment looking at it intently. [i]What in the?[/i] Taking a moment to pick up the bowl of food in his hand he looked at it, there was nothing fancy about it, but it was his food. Their food for the house, which was hard to get a hold of, especially as he had not worked for weeks on end and with his daughter executing their plan, he had no income. 

“What a waste, food on a [i]dead[/i] man.” Although he seemed to be calmer than before it was the type that was scary, his anger had turned into a whole new level and although currently calm he knew he was close to snapping. “Seems like you’re a little cocky, nothing to be cocky about. You seem to forget your place here. Let me remind you.” Taking out a key from his pocket he unlocked the cell taking a step inside, the bowl of rice still in his hands. The other hand reached into his pocket pulling out a pocketknife and he pointed it towards Cas before throwing the bowl of rice at him. “Try anything and those three days will turn into one.”