[color=f49ac2][i]Perhaps my father was forced? Who would pull those kind of strings, I mean I know they all weren’t happy with his alcoholic tendencies but…[/i][/color] Grimacing to herself as she began to think on what could have happened to her father she could only think of worse case scenarios, had they just told her retirement? Perhaps he was ill? Maybe he was just passed out drunk somewhere… or maybe he was dead. The later she did not want to think on, even though he had made some bad decisions and took a few wrong turns she wouldn’t wish his death. At the end of the day he was still her father, there still had to be some care in, there right?

As much as she could think of something nothing would be concrete, not without some sort of help. Perhaps she would recognise some of the rebels? Sway them to let her go? It was an option, a far fetched one but none the less it was something to work on. Though Ethan wouldn’t let them out of his sight, not without good reason too. Looking down at her hands she was well and truly lost in what to do, if only she had never made that decision in the first place. If only she had just run rather than drag Caspain along in this stupid mess and war. It was not fair for him to lose his life because of her. 

Caspains next words sent chills down her spine, the initial shock made her blood run cold as her skin grew pale. Staring at him with wide eyes she couldn’t quite comprehend what he meant, promise him she would do everything to keep herself alive? As much as she could promise that she knew ultimately upon his death the guilt would eat her alive, she would never be able to forget the guilt and it would be her downfall. Though who was she to deny his promise? How could she deny a promise to someone that was dying, he would be killed here unless a miracle happened. Who was she to deny a promise like that, even if it was one she couldn’t keep. [color=f49ac2]“I… I..”[/color] Feeling her voice falter as she moved down on the iron bed to lay beside him.

[color=f49ac2]“I… p-promise.”[/color]

Reaching out she gently caressed his cheek before placing a soft kiss on his forehead, even though she doubted her own survival she would make that promise to him. If only to give him some sort of relief as he made peace with his own fate. His death. Settling down herself she closed her eyes as her mind raced with thoughts, she would try to get some rest after all there was no point in keeping guard whilst they were in the cell. Though sleep was not easy, especially with the promise and their current dire situation. Of course Iris would still blame herself, she was highly unlikely to forgive herself even if they did make it out alive and as much as they had spent a few brief moments of happiness she couldn’t help but wonder if she had pushed them on would they be here. 

As time wore on hours passed and Iris had somehow fallen into a light slumber, though it was not easy. Dreams did not come, nightmares haunted her instead as the fear began to win in her mind. The place itself was fearful enough and something she had not really gotten over, but as time passed, she became restless. Fidgeting in her sleep as her small form began to shake against the cold iron bed, whimpering as the nightmare plagued her not allowing her a peaceful sleep.