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The journey home had been simple, her father and Henry had dropped her off before heading out in the beaten-up car to attend to business. More like get drunk, what have I done? They want to kill him in three days. This is my fault alone; I should never have agreed to it… but then would I be the one in a cell? Would it be me facing treason? Sighing as she walked inside with a heavy heart, she caught sight of Ethan passed out on the sofa holding the bottle of whiskey, narrowing her eyes at the site she moved over snatching it from his hand before nudging him awake. “Ethan… what the hell?”

It was enough that her father favoured the alcoholic beverage let alone him as well. Just another thing that is my fault. Shaking her head as Ethan began to stir, she took a step back folding her arms, “You don’t need to be like him.”

“Oh, cut it out Iris. Stop acting like you case, you don’t care about me. I can’t give you what you want. I’m not like him” Ethan growled as he rubbed his arms coming around from the rather rude awakening.

“You know what, no. You can’t. I may have lost most of my memories, but I still remember as clear as day when you broke my heart so don’t even. You know deep down we were only together to keep our fathers happy.” Iris stated clearly as she looked down at him, she didn’t want him pushing her around like this when she knew she had messed up.

“Whatever. Hope you’re happy with yourself.” Pushing himself off of the chair he slammed the bottle of whiskey on the table as he headed to the door, “This will all be over in a few days, he will be dead and you’ll come crawling back to me because I’m the only one who will love you.” Not even waiting for a response he had stormed out of the home, front door slamming behind him as he left her alone in the house.

Glancing down at the floor she held her tears in, she would not cry, and she would not let the words get to her even though they stung. Taking a deep breath, she moved into the kitchen to scramble something together for dinner, it was going to be quite the challenge however she knew she could do it. I liked to cook; I remember that about myself even though I’m questioning who I am now. Wiping her eyes, she looked through the cupboards rummaging for whatever ingredients she could get her hands on, thankfully there was some sort of rice which she knew she could make something with. It wouldn’t be anything amazing, but it was better than nothing.

It was nothing amazing as there was no fresh ingredients or meat to go with the dish, but she had found a questionable egg in the fridge. With that in mind she had decided to make egg fried rice confident in what she was doing, it had to be muscle memory she was certain of it and just this little piece of information made her smile for a moment. Forgetting the horrid reality of what was going on right now.

Looking at her creation she portioned out the meal into two separate bowls. One for her father if he wanted something to eat when he returned and the last for Caspain as she had lost all appetite, she was full of guilt instead. Grabbing the bowl for Caspain she took a fresh glass of water just in case, but when she looked at the tiny bowl in her hands, she found herself cringing. He won’t eat this, he hates me… why did I bother?

Shaking away her thoughts she moved towards the basement with items in hand, whether he ate it or not was his choice. At least she had done something. Not enough though. Three days? I… I’m so stupid. I should never have done this. Moving quietly into the basement in case he was sleeping she quietly placed the bowl of egg fried rice and glass of water before taking a step back. Hesitating slightly she looked to the door wondering if she should leave, deep down she didn’t want too.
Hey no worries!

I'll be around later! I'm working tomorrow and then a weekend off! My work has changed its opening hours and days :3
Oh gosh I do have an idea, Iris will go home and probably make some food and give some to Cas. Giving them time to talk a bit and Regis will come home drunk, he'll be quite scary and probably want to hurt Cas a little if you are okay with that?

I've never played such angry people before, it's fun xD
Enjoyed herself with him? Fuck, why did I let him get to me. Stupid, prick. Ethan grumbled as he threw open one of the cupboards looking for the stiff liquor that he knew Regis used to hide from his daughter. You haven’t changed old man. Sighing to himself as he reached in grabbing a bottle of whiskey taking a swig from the glass bottle needing the stinging feeling running down his throat to calm him down. Glancing at his watch he knew they would still be sometime yet; those meetings always went on forever and they were no doubt discussing when they would kill the Prince.

Shaking his head, he trudged into the living room throwing himself onto the sofa ignoring the Prince locked beneath them. He did not want to deal with him anymore because it only angered him and he couldn’t hurt him, not yet. Maybe I’ll request to wring his neck myself. That will make me feel better. Closing his eyes as he decided to rest on the sofa for a little bit knowing it couldn’t hurt, no one was home and the Prince was unlikely to escape. The bounds were tight, and he was locked behind bars and the only person who had keys to access that was Regis.

Stupid Prince… Was the last thought of Ethans as he fell asleep on the sofa clinging to the bottle of whiskey in his hands. The slow rise and fall of his chest signalled that he had fallen into a slumber.

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The hours had passed, and they were still at the meeting, Iris inwardly groaned wondering just how long it would continue to go on for. Surely, it’s around dinner time and they have yet to come to a decision? Bunch of old bickering men, just as bad as the monarchy. “Come on, can we just forget about the what ifs, what didn’t happen and what could have happened. It’s getting us nowhere and I’m sure we would all like to return to our homes and have some sort of dinner.”

“Well said.” Regis nodded as he waved his hands hushing the men who were sat around the table, hearing the grumbles he just rolled his eyes not even entertaining them as the arguments would just continue on. “I think we are all in agreement he needs to be killed, for the greater good. To finally end their line.”

Iris flinched hoping that he had not chosen death, that was not what she wanted. She never wanted any of this to happen and it only furthered in her guilt. If we kill him… we will all be killed. I can only imagine the rage from the King, and I can bet he would burn everything to the ground. No one would come out lightly. Glancing to her hands that where trembling she clenched them into fists to stop the show of weakness, she would not look weak in front of these men as they already labelled her as such. A stupid woman with a heart.

“All in favour or having him killed in three days.” Regis called out as he raised his own hand, watching the men a few hesitated whilst others shot their hand in the air eager to comply. Casting a sharp look at a few men who then hurriedly held their hand up agreeing, but then his eyes landed on his daughter who had not raised her hand. “What are you playing at?” Hissing at her the looked of anger in his eyes.

“I… I don’t condone such violence.” Looking away from her father as she did not want to see the disappointment in his eyes as she folded her arms shaking her head. “I can’t. Mother would not have wan…”

Don’t you dare. Don’t you dare speak her name you insolent child.” Regis hissed his blood boiling at how his daughter was acting hand raising as if to hit her in front of everyone.

“Regis. She has been through a lot. The amnesia is probably affecting her.” Henry spoke up quickly placing his hand on his shoulder hoping it would calm him.

“Yes. Of course.” Spitting out as he shook his head shrugging off the hand on his shoulder as he glanced around the men who had fallen silent. “Majority rules. He will be killed three days from now. At sundown.” Rising to his feet as he looked at his daughter, “Go home. Me and Henry have business to discuss about your relationship with Ethan.”

Ohhh I like it! Maybe when they are on the run Iris will show him what a hospital looks like in their district haha.
Omg bless him.

Ethan got mad too haha, he is a bit of an angry person xD

Sweet! I'm deffo thinking a couple days in he cell before Iris breaks him out and they go on the run~
Ethan hoped to waver the Prince’s confidence, frighten him with the cold hard truth because he was still bitter over Iris. Bitter over the fact his family had so little and struggled to survive, he had been lucky in the fact both his mother and father were in good health, but he had seen so many families struggle. There were so many families that lost members due to not having medicine, fresh food or even clean water on occasion. Winters were hard, the old barely survived the harsh cold winds and cold nights and the fact the Prince did not have to suffer it wound him up even more.

“Pretty dick move?” Ethan scoffed, “I think that’s rich coming from you. Everything your family has done has been a pretty dick move.” Looking down at the plate of bread it only angered him more, “Taking things like food for granted, warmth and even water. Do you know how sparse these resources are here?” His voice growled with his words clearly angry at the spoilt prince in the cell before him. “Do you know how many people die outside the Capital? Or is that kind of information not relevant to the monarchy anymore. I bet you don’t even know why the whole rebellion started. How ignorant can you be to your own kingdom?”

Shaking his head as he turned to face the wall, taking a moment to try and calm himself but something Cas said made him snap. Within seconds his fist slammed against the metal bars causing a loud noise to echo through the house as well as the sound of bones cracking of his hand, “It was an act.” Voice slightly higher than usual although you could hear the unease, the uncertainty that it had been an act because Ethan had heard them together. Iris was not an amazing actor, nor could she hold out on lying for too long because she stressed herself out too much making her ill, so he knew deep down that there was truth to the Princes words. The truth always hurt but he would not lose himself in anger, if he did, he would do something stupid and that would get him nowhere.

Although punching the Prince would give me great pleasure right now.

“You know nothing about her, I’ve looked after her for years. Supported her and you think some fun in the Capital with a Prince could change that?” More lies spat from his mouth as he knew it had already changed things, he knew they could not just simply return to how it was. Leaning down he grabbed the plate of bread harshly and the blanket, tossing the blanket to the opposite side of the cell so should the Prince want to use it he couldn’t. All he would be able to do was look at the warmth he could have had. Holding the plate of bread in his hands he looked down at it, a part of him wanted to destroy it in front of him but he knew it would be a waste of resource. “I hope you had a big dinner before you left the palace believing words of some stranger. Idiot.”

Grumbling to himself as he exited the cell taking the plate with him to return to the kitchen. He would get himself a drink, take a five minute break from the Prince before returning because his anger nearly go the better of him.
Such a wild ride!

How long until Iris breaks him out? A couple of days maybe they make it to a week without being found?
Ethan watched as the Prince stopped struggling against his bonds and felt a wave of pride in the fact, he and Thomas had bound him quite well. Sure, Ethan had been a part of the war, but he had never really kidnapped anyone before. That was more of the front-line members of their cause and intel who dealt with interrogation, not that they had great tools to do as such with not like the Capital would. “Yeah yeah, we shall see about that security. You’ll be dead before they make it.” Shrugging as he looked towards the door in the basement knowing that Iris and her father would be gone a while.

Glancing back at the floor he had finally noticed the bread, water and a blanket. Without thinking both his hands had curled into fists because he knew who had left that there. Regis would not give him access to their very little food or warmth for that matter, plus he knew the blanket. It was usually out when it was cold as the duvet would not keep in the warmth like it should. Iris did this, what the hell? I thought I had convinced her… she still likes him. I can’t have this. I have to ruin it, ruin any chance of feelings happening between them.

“They’ll have a body and it will be too late to save you. The King is in ill health, he wouldn’t last the year not with his only heir dead.” Ethan spoke spitefully as he moved from the wall kicking the glass of water over, he couldn’t help it he was jealous. He hated the fact she had shown him kindness because that would not happen to them, he would not give them the same kindness. “Sore subject huh? Well I suppose you should know we were dating. She had a boyfriend. Someone far better than you.”

Well, we aren’t dating now. I did say it was over, but he doesn’t need to know that. I want to see him suffer, hurt for this because it’s his fault. It’s his fault we are not together. Kneeling down on the other side of the bars he tilted his head watching Caspain, his hand twitched in anger, but he wouldn’t hurt him. He couldn’t. “I gave her everything, you meant nothing to her. She used you to have a good time before killing you. Well kidnapping, but same difference. You fell for her plan, like an absolute idiot. Of course, no one likes you for you. Everyone likes you for your wealth, money and status. You’ll never find someone who will see past all that.” His voice was cold, words spoke with venom as he tried to hide the jealousy.

It was hard, Ethan was quite hot tempered, and he had always been quite possessive over Iris from when they had first dated. The idea that she had kissed this Prince, hugged and goodness knows what else made his blood boil. Did they ever? No. She wouldn’t dare. Growling slightly as he stood back up turning his back on Caspain as he folded his arms to hide the clenched fists that shook with anger.
Omg I'm really loving these little snippets into other lives!!

Super excited for escape plan at some point too!
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