“I’ll be back in an hour. We’ll kill him upon my return with everyone” Regis stated as he looked over at his daughter, “Think you can watch him for an hour?” His words came across colder than he meant too, he was just angry the Prince had managed to get in a few hits at him and cause him pain. He had not expected the Prince to fight back at all. 

[color=f49ac2]“But… that’s sooner than originally planned…”[/color] Iris frowned looking over at her father, her hand outstretching to examine the injury on his face. Cringing instead as she felt him slap it away harshly, not wanting her comfort. 

“It’s [b]more[/b] than he deserves. One hour. I swear to god Iris if you fuck this up for us.” Regis growled feeling himself get angry. “Ergh. I can’t think straight. Fuck.” His good hand ran down his face as if trying to wake himself up, his mind was all over the place and he could barely think straight without his usual alcoholic fix. “Sorry… just behave.” Sighing as he slammed the front door behind him to go meet with the others, to plan how they would kill the Prince in an hours’ time. 

[color=f49ac2]“An hour?”[/color] Iris whispered to herself as she looked at the front door, her mind began to race as her heartbeat quickened. [color=f49ac2]“Shit… I.”[/color] Scrambling to her feet she rushed to her bedroom moving as fast as she could, grabbing her phone she quickly texted Maisie to say it had to happen now before shoving it in her pocket. [color=f49ac2]“That arm… the blood.”[/color] Panicking as she realised, she did not have anything to help it with, she had to find something to wrap it in at least. [color=f49ac2]“Vodka…”[/color] Talking to herself as she tried to get herself into gear, it was a small opening but now the only one she would have to get him out. Grabbing the backpack of items, she had already packed she slung it over her shoulder before pulling out an old top of hers, she could rip this up to cover the wound until she could get the supplies. [color=f49ac2][i]Hopefully Maisie got some form of first aid kit[/i][/color]. 

Feeling the panic as her heart raced, she grabbed two of her hoodies that should conceal them enough to make an escape, running downstairs she headed to the kitchen grabbing the last bit of spirit left in the cupboard. Eyes darted around looking for anything else, other items that would help right about now. Grabbing one of the towels on the table she threw it over her shoulder with the two hoodies before heading to one of the kitchen drawers looking for the spare key to the basement. [color=f49ac2]“Where are you. Come on… come on.”[/color] Urging herself to be quicker she found the key and rushed to the basement, time was against them and she already felt like she had spent twenty minutes gathering all the items she needed. 

Unlocking the basement door, she propped it open to allow the light inside as she rushed downstairs, hesitating for a moment in case he reacted or thought she was here to hurt him. [color=f49ac2]“Cas…”[/color] Calling out his name as she bit her lip, she edged towards him holding her hands up as if to say she meant no harm, [color=f49ac2]“I know it’s a big ask but… please trust me.”[/color] Kneeling down to his level she pulled out the vodka and started to rip the top into strips to bandage the wound. Pulling down the towel she dabbed it with the vodka holding it out to him. [color=f49ac2]“I meant what I said about not letting them kill you.”[/color]

Glancing back up towards the door of the basement that was left open she bit her lip, [color=f49ac2]“We have an hour. Most likely less now, but I have a plan. To get you out, to get you back home.”[/color] Her voice was panicked, trembling as she spoke because she feared what could happen, he could turn the tables and try to escape himself. Leave her here to face the wrath of her father for letting him escape, but she hoped he would trust her. If only for one last time so she could help him get out. 

[color=f49ac2]“Let me sort that wound out quickly, then you’ll have to wear this.”[/color] Pulling down one of the hoodies that she had slung over her shoulder in a panic. There was a black hoodie and a dark navy one for them both to wear. As long as Caspain wore his she hoped it would conceal his face just enough for no one to look at them, to allow them to slip into the crowd unnoticed.