Mulling over the conversation she had just had with her best friend Iris felt relieved with her choice, but she knew it would also be difficult. After all they had been through together was she really just about to up and leave him? Is that the kind of thank you she was willing to give him and his friends that had stuck their necks out for her breaking her out of prison and narrowly avoiding her death sentence. Iris found herself glancing towards the hotel room door, she was free to leave whenever it wasn’t like she was locked inside, but yet she didn’t have the courage to even dare leaving the safety of this bedroom. 

[color=f49ac2][i]It's not too far from the district borders though? Cas said it was quite far out enough that we could slip away past the borders. [/i][/color]

Shaking her head, she knew just leaving now would be the worst decision, her thoughts had been right earlier in that the best chance for her would be to talk to Jacob. There was bound to be a chance in the future, it may take a few days or weeks before Cas even dared to visit or come get her, but she knew he trusted Jacob. On top of that she knew Jacob was somewhat close to the new King, he would look out for what was best for Cas regardless on feelings involved. Cas wouldn’t directly order him to not take her back to the districts, right? So perhaps she could sway the guard and keep it quiet from Cas. It was for his benefit after all, and she could deal with the drama back home even if she was wary about having to see Ethan again. 

[color=f49ac2][i]I’m such a terrible liar, I’ll just have to deflect better.[/i][/color] Musing over the idea of that as she began to pace through the hotel room already restless and she knew it wasn’t even the worst of it yet. To distract herself she went and grabbed one of the menus from the kitchen and began to glance through figuring it was best to try and make an effort to look interested in the food. Eating had become somewhat of a bad habit, any sort of stress or emotional turmoil and she found herself not really wanting to eat. Even when she had been at his friends house it had been the same, but she tried when there were others around and she wondered if it was just because it was easier than having to face it because denial was much easier to live with. 

With time passing painfully slow Iris had at least ordered some food, opting for the simple tomato soup but the tray was left in the kitchen untouched as she had settled on the sofa curling up under one of the blankets whilst waiting for the minute, she could call him. It had been a step in the right direction at least and she had opted to watch a movie on the TV finding the mindless action movie a good mind-numbing thing to watch. It had soon reached ten and the moment it had she reached for the phone punching in his number she had learnt off by heart waiting for it to connect, a sense of excitement and nerves bubbling away as she waited to finally talk to him again. 

[color=f49ac2]“Hey Cas… or should I now say [i]your majesty?[/i]”[/color] Starting off with a joke, but even with her voice light and playful she felt the weight behind her words. He was now a King, too good for her who had come from the districts not even to mention daughter of the rebellion who had come to assassinate him at first. 

[color=f49ac2][i]How can I truly say I love him when I started this? When I had nearly got him killed. 
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