“It’s not going to be that easy Ethan. I know you think you have it all worked out but come on think about it. If Iris is stuck in the Capital what makes you think that Maisie would get a number for her?” Thomas sighed heavily clearly not understanding on how the plan would work. 

“You think she’d just forget her [i]best friend?[/i] Especially when I’m certain Maisie helped them. I just need a number that’s it.” Ethan growled as he tried to reason with Thomas and why this plan would work. “Honestly when I get on the phone to her, she’ll come running back. Especially if I promise not to hurt the Prince, well now King. I bet she would do anything for him and if I threaten his life she’ll come running.” 

“But what good will it do? This seems more like a personal cause than the rebellion we worked so hard for.” Thomas sighed heavily dragging a hand through his hair, a frown clear on his face as he wanted to help Ethan after everything, but this was taking a step too far as nothing would be gained from the rebellion like this. “Ethan… do you even remember what the rebellion stands for? It was to help everyone! To rid the monarchy and give back to the people. This isn’t about some girl that fucked you over.”

“No no. Listen Tom. I get Iris. I use her as leverage against the new King. That idiot loves her, I don’t know why, but she isn’t dead, and she had to have gone back to the Capital as the Prince now King whatever is there.” Ethan reasoned with Thomas trying to get him to understand, “He would try to get her back, it would leave him exposed and I can end the monarchy with something so simple.” 

Thomas’s features began to soften as he took it in, the plan seemed absurd but yet also held some brilliance to it. If this King had an affliction with Iris as Ethan claimed then taking hold of her would be leverage, “But whose to say he wouldn’t just cut her off. The boys gonna be King, one life compared to keeping his own and a Kingdom. He could have any lady throw themselves at him, he’s young and would get over it.”

“You see I don’t think that would happen and well, if he throws her to the side, we will come up with something else, but I have a really good feeling about this. Trust me.” Ethan smirked as he began to scribble something new down on his piece of paper. “We need to get a hold of Maisie. Think you can do that for me? She’ll trust talking to you more than me,”

“Yeah sure.” Thomas shrugged as he shoved his hands in his pockets before moving out of the room still having some doubts about this whole plan of his. If it paid off then it was going to work, but there was this nagging voice in the back of his head telling him to just get out of this rebellion. Thomas knew he would stick by Ethan until the end even it was going to end badly, the guy had been through enough, they all had in the districts so what was another thing?

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[color=f49ac2][i]‘You are [b]nothing[/b], what a [b]disappointment[/b] you turned out to be.’

‘You’d be better off [b]dead[/b].’

‘All this pain and suffering is down to [b]you[/b].’[/i][/color]

Iris woke with a start sitting bolt up in the bed clutching at her chest as she panted clearly panicked, looking down she placed her hands in front of her seeing red. It was like she could still see the blood on her fingers, she could still feel the sickly warmth it left behind. It was hard to come to terms with the fact this was reality, and she was in fact safe, but the nightmares were always there to remind her of what terrible things she had done. The bed felt cold without Cas and she realised that being alone was not best for her, at least if someone was around it motivated her to act like everything was fine when really it wasn’t. Somehow, she had fallen into a nap this morning, but it was no surprise with the lack of sleep throughout the night she kept falling in and out of these uneasy dreams. The sheets on the bed were ruffled which signalled the fact she had tossed and turned consistently. 

Sighing to herself she moved from the bed and slowly started to rearrange the sheets making it, so it looked presentable. Not that anyone would be visiting, but still it gave her something to do with her hands other than looked at the imaginary blood she had seen. Chewing the inside of her cheek she started to pace about the hotel room still feeling uneasy after remembering the last few voices from the horrid nightmare that decided to plague her this morning. Trying to push it back she thought about Cas and how his day must be going, selfishly she wished he was here because the silence and being alone wasn’t something she could handle.