[color=f49ac2][i]Did he say something?[/i][/color] Iris could have sworn she heard him whisper something before she had entered the basement but shook her head thinking she was imagining it. She was tired after all, barely able to sleep normally because everything was stressing her out. The fact she had betrayed him to the fact she didn’t understand who she even was anymore, if this had been a plan she was raised for she certainly didn’t like it now. 

[color=f49ac2]“Don’t thank me.”[/color] Iris sighed as she pulled out a rag and a tiny bottle of clear liquid, [color=f49ac2]“It’s up to you but you can use this to clean that head wound or drink it. Either works.”[/color] Placing the tattered rag and the small bottle of vodka beside the plate of bread she took a step back moving to another area of the cell, reaching up she used her fingers feeling around for something in particular. It took a few moments, but she had locked onto a piece of wood. Unhooking it she winced as a beam of bright light lit up the basement, her eyes taking a few minutes to adjust. It wasn’t much but enough so they could see in the room and it wasn’t in complete darkness. Plus, a part of her was sure the darkness had to be driving him insane, she knew it would her if she was in the same situation. 

Rubbing her tired eyes as she moved over to the corner where a simple wooden chair was placed sitting down. Usually it was meant for someone to guard him, but Regis had been lax when it came to arranging guards for the Prince, plus he was too paranoid about anyone knowing his home location. [color=f49ac2][i]I’m going to have to break him out, I can’t let them kill him. Hopefully the military rescue him, but this war. The people here need a voice.[/i][/color] Getting lost in her thoughts as she crossed her legs whilst sat on the chair, [color=f49ac2][i]should I even talk to him? No. He doesn’t want to listen to me anymore.[/i][/color] 

[color=f49ac2]“Cas…”[/color] Looking up over at him opening her mouth to say something but instead she closed it looking away. [color=f49ac2]“Never mind.”[/color] Rubbing the back of her head as she looked towards the tiny window of the basement that was now seeping in light. It had been covered by a piece of wood, Regis had wanted to disorient the Prince, make him confused at what time of day it was and how long he had been here. [color=f49ac2][i]Unless we go now? Before my father returns… although if I open the cell, he will overpower me and make his escape. But… would that be better? There is no way he would trust me to help him back to the Capital.[/i][/color] 

[color=f49ac2]“Just eat something today, I don’t know when I can get more food.”[/color] Glancing down at the slices of bread she had seen the cupboards, barely anything left in them. She had to ensure there was enough food for her father until they had some money to get more groceries in.