Ethan couldn’t help but laugh as Capsain played up like he was in power here, as if he was strong and he had to admit he did like seeing the courage from him. It was no fun when they had no life left in them, no fight as they just let him practically beat them up. “Well. It’s still your choice for a painful death or you know… something more civil if you give us information.” It was an absurd promise of course because he wasn’t going to give any sort of mercy, not the man he loathed with his entire being. 

“Well, if you’re so sure about me doing whatever [b]I[/b] plan.” Shrugging as if it was no big deal to him, he looked at Caspain as he continued to brandish the gun, playing with it in his fingertips as he kept an eye on Caspain out the corner of his eye. “So, I’m going to get no information from you? None at all?” Without hesitation he used the gun and shot at Caspains feet, no intention to hit him but more to scare him in hopes for a slip of the tongue. For any piece of information that could help. 

Taking to his feet he moved around the table and placed himself in front of Cas, his fist was clenched, and he aimed a punch to his gut. Then he aimed another to his face happily releasing his anger through blows as he tried to use Caspain as a punching bag. A part of him hoping for some fight back, the gun was stowed away in his inside pocket safely until he would shoot Caspain. Perhaps tonight would be the night he killed him; it would be the end of all of his troubles with the Prince gone. “Oh ho, calling me a bitch. That’s rich coming from a spoilt little shit like you.” Unable to stop himself from growling as he felt a new wave of anger flow through him. 

[i]Iris doesn’t love him. She will love me. Not him. Father has said so anyway.[/i] As if trying to remind himself that they could never have been in love, their confession had clearly gotten the better of him. “Tell me you would have sentenced her to death. [i]Say it[/i].” A crazed look passed through his face, the glint in his eyes as he raised his fist to go in for another punch. Ethan looked like some sort of crazed animal and was acting like one, all he was missing was the foaming of the mouth to signal the anger. 



[color=f49ac2]“What do you want?”[/color] Iris couldn’t help but ask, the whisper leaving her lips as she sat down on the other side of the desk from Ethans father. 

“Come now, there is no need for the hostility. After all I thought you looked at me like a father once.” Calm spoken Ethans father offered a warm smile to Iris, reaching out as he grabbed a white box handing it to her. “I know he’s hurt you. His temper can get the better of him, but that’s because he doesn’t have you in his life to keep him on track. This fling with the Prince is nothing. I don’t think you’ve fully [i]recovered[/i] from the trauma you faced.”

“[color=f49ac2]N-No… that’s no..[/color]”

Cutting her off swiftly he held up his hand to silence her, a rather dark look crossed his eyes as he looked down at Iris. “There is only [b]one[/b] option here. The other will ultimately be your death and I don’t want that. Your father won’t want that.” Leaning back in the chair he clasped his hands together as he nodded to the box for her to open. “A gift. You are to wear it now and for tomorrow [b]you will[/b] be having dinner with Ethan. It will be a romantic dinner and [b]you will[/b] be happy. [b]You will[/b] enjoy yourself.”