Amongst all the madness Iris had found her phone, it had plenty of missed calls and messages from various different people with all different dates. Sat on her bed she began to scroll through her phone catching up, there was messages from Ethan starting out how he loved her, he worried for her to now she was a cheating bitch and didn’t deserve any happiness. It made her wonder about his mental state and if he was really okay because she had noticed the fluctuating moods of his, it did concern her but after everything she just couldn’t bring herself to message back. There were also messages from her father, again having a similar range of how he was proud of her, he missed her, and he loved her to don’t talk to the prisoner. Don’t give him food or water or else. Frowning she shook her head as she looked at the messages, she knew her father could be temperamental, so it made sense. Especially with the amount of alcohol he usually consumed on a day to day basis. 

One message did catch her eye, the sender was called Maisie. Gasping she clutched her head as more of her memories returned, this time it was all about her best friend Maisie. Memories of how they used to hang out together, play in school. Sleepovers, laughter baking cakes and goods that they ended up burning. All innocent childhood memories and she knew this was her best friend, her best friend who worked with her father David in one of the bakeries here. [color=f49ac2][i]How could I forget?[/i][/color] Rubbing her head as she read the messages on her phone. 

[i]Omg, you are the talk of the town missy. Cosying up with a Prince!!! You’ll have to tell me all about it. Was he a [b]good[/b] kisser? 

Hey, your father and Ethan don’t want me visiting. Something about amnesia. I hope you’re okay. Let me know.

Iris. I’m worried. Ethan is in such a rage about you. I honestly don’t think you should be with him. That temper is nasty, you’ll get hurt. He hurt you badly before, I don’t know if you remember that, but trust me. He is not good for you. 

Me again, Iris. You’re not a killer. I know you want what’s best for us, I know that’s the point of Hope. Not like this. Plus… I think you really like him; I know it’s your family on the line, but for once put yourself first. I’m here if you need me.[/i] 

[color=f49ac2]“Oh Maisie…”[/color] Iris sighed heavily looking at her phone, it was good to know she did have someone here on her side supporting her. It did also give her an idea. 

[color=f49ac2][i]Maisie, I need your help. You’re right, I can’t go into details, but I’m going to do something. I need supplies. If I get them it will raise suspicion. I’m going to follow my heart on this one. [/i][/color]

Sending the text back to her friend she began to rummage through her wardrobe looking for something she could put Cas in, something that would hide him whilst running. Her mind had been made up, she had to break him out. She had to make this right and get him back alive even if she was killed for it. [color=f49ac2][i]I hope he will trust me on this though[/i][/color]. Shaking her head as she got one of her back packs packing in important things they would need; Maisie would get her the rest of the supplies she was certain of it. She could count on her. Feeling her phone vibrate she saw the message of her friend and felt the relief. 

[i]Say no more. I’ll disguise it with the trash. Iris. Be careful, I wish I could do more. [/i]

Smiling at the confirmation Maisie would get the supplies she returned to putting in what little supplies she did have; she would keep this hidden until the right moment. It would have to be tonight. 

Regis on the other hand was making his way back home, he was quite merry already because it was going to happen. They were finally going to kill the Prince and be rid of the monarchy that had squashed them down. His daughter was behaving, she hadn’t caused any trouble and although she had refused Ethan he could work on that once the Prince was out of the way. “Everything is looking up.” Sighing happily as he stumbled into his home, merry for the alcohol he had already consumed today. Glancing at the time he assumed his daughter was in bed, unless she was with the Prince and had disobeyed his orders. 

Anger swept through him at the idea of her down there with him chatting like the other day, giving away their family secrets. “He deserves no pity.” Growling to himself as he shut the door behind him, eyes looking at the door to the basement knowing he would have to go check to make sure she hadn’t disobeyed him.