The night had passed by quite uneventful; Regis had slept off the alcohol he had consumed whilst his daughter had not left her room yet. It was the morning and for once Regis was awake, his temper had simmered down but he had not forgotten the events of the night before. Sighing to himself as he wrote a note for his daughter leaving it in the kitchen, he would be gone for today as he had a lot to prepare. Usually he would drag her along however today he felt he should give her space, plus if he had marker her face from the hit last night everyone would talk and he was so close to achieving his ultimate goal. 

Looking up the stairs towards her room he sighed before leaving the house, Ethan was waiting in the beaten-up car with his father waiting for him. Today they were making plans on how to kill the Prince, what time they would settle on as well as the means of killing him. Some had opted for poison; some wanted a hanging whereas others wanted something far more brutal. Getting into the car he took one last look at his house before they drove off in the car, a part of him still felt guilty but he shook the thoughts away. 

Sighing to herself as she heard her father leave, she felt a bit of relief, she didn’t want to face him just yet. At first, she had wanted to tie her hair up but when looking at her reflection in the mirror she cringed seeing the discolouration on her cheek. Touching her cheek with fingers she gasped feeling a twinge of pain, she knew it had been quite the painful hit however she hadn’t expected it to bruise. Shaking her head, she ruffled her hair ensuring it could cover her face as she headed downstairs happy in knowing no one was around well except her and Cas. 

She hadn’t taken much care in her appearance today, a simple old worn blue jumper with the same pair of jeans as yesterday. Nothing fancy, it never was but at least it was comfortable. Moving into the kitchen she saw the note on the kitchen side, frowning as she took it in her hands she looked at the writing recognising it was her fathers. 

[i]I’m sorry.[/i] 

[color=f49ac2][i]That’s it? I’m sorry?[/i][/color] Crumpling the note in her hand she tossed it into the bin as she rummaged through the cupboards, even though she had gotten in trouble yesterday she was still going to provide Cas with food and water. [color=f49ac2][i]I wonder how that wound is? Maybe I should take something down to stop it from getting infected.[/i][/color] Grabbing some bread and some fresh water she placed that on the side as she looked for one of the smaller glass bottles, the one that usually contained vodka. Placing the small bottle of vodka in her pocket she reached for one of the rags, it wasn’t immaculate, but it was clean at least so it would be enough to help the wounds. 

Keeping her face hidden with her hair as she headed into the basement with a couple of slices of bread and water, the other items in her pockets. Taking a deep breath, she moved inside, this time reaching inside the bar of the cell placing the cup of water and the bread. Placing them outside hadn’t gone so well the last few times so hopefully should anyone come down they couldn’t smash them or get rid of them.