Mulling over what Cas had said about his father and how it wasn’t related to the medication, it was hard not to pity him with how his father treated him and as much as she wished she could fix it she doubted that she’d be able too. The idea that his father was going to such extreme lengths to hold onto what he believed and still thought his son was crazy was so strange to her. Listening about the psychiatrist sessions she focused on the idea of Stockholm syndrome and the fact his therapist had diagnosed him with it. That disorder fitted perfectly, but was there an element of truth to it? Did Cas really suffer from something like that or was it just because she was paid a small fortune to treat the young Prince. 

It was a good idea that they were positioned somewhere close to the border because if things really were as bad as he said, and a quick getaway was needed they were in a good location to do so. Though she was relying on him entirely this time as she knew nothing of the Capital, of its borders or how to make any sort of escape. Following him along from the car they approached the security guard and she averted her gaze not really wanting to draw attention to herself in case he did recognise her by some miracle. 

Letting Cas do the talking it was no surprise that they had caught onto who he was, even with a disguise she was certain they’d know it was him. Who else would pay for such an expense? Though now she felt like his dirty little secret and knew that people would assume this was some sort of sordid affair. Walking quietly alongside she didn’t dare speak just in case they knew her voice, in case they figured out who she was which was highly unlikely, but the paranoia was there. 

Glancing around at the extravagant elevator and halls that they were led down she knew that this no doubt cost a small fortune to even stay here for one night. The décor dripped with money and she felt very under dressed for stepping into this hotel resort because she barely had a penny to her name. Iris owned nothing right now, no clothes of her own, no toiletries that wasn’t bought for her and she still felt conscious of that fact. A part of her still wanting to ear her keep somehow, to pay her own way even if she’d be in debt for the rest of her life from all the expense, he had gone too for her. 

As they approached the room, she felt her jaw drop as Cas opened it up revealing a massive multi-level suite that had a beautiful view. Hearing the door shut behind them she moved the sunglasses to the top of her head as she looked in awe at the room, they were going to hide out in. Finding the words to describe it was difficult and she let out a small choke when he spoke about it not being too shabby for a hideout. [color=f49ac2]“Not too shabby? This is far to expensive. I’ve never seen something so beautiful.” [/color]

Shaking her head still awe struck at the room she smiled over at Cas feeling safer now that they were hidden away from potential harm. [color=f49ac2]“Room service? Like people deliver you stuff right? Though I don’t know if I’m hungry anymore.”[/color] Moving towards the curtain glassed window she looked out at the city before them as the view was breath taking, she was drawn to it and she had never seen anything like it before being up so high like they were untouchable.