There it was the fight back that Ethan had wanted. It was no fun just using someone as a punching bag even if he was pissed off with the Prince. The little bit of fight excited him, it meant he could easily continue on rolling with the punches for a bit. Who cared if the Prince had a few more bruises? It was not like the Capital would get the badly beaten body back. They thought he was dead already, so this was borrowed time, a chance for them to have some extra fun with him before they ultimately killed him.
“HAH! You do have some fight. Not some sort of sissy.” Spitting out his words as he watched Caspain tried to regain his composure, stable himself after the hits Ethan had aimed his way. “Awh… I’m sorry. Am I hurting you?” Pretending to care as the sarcasm laced his voice, each word mimicking a girly tone as if insinuating he was some sort of wuss. The adrenaline had to have hit Caspain before Ethan didn’t dodge the hit to his face, the punch collided with quite a bit of force and the shock alone stunned him. The pain hadn’t registered, but he could taste blood. The iron taste now on his tongue as he realised the punch had cut the inside of his lip.
“What is this going to accomplish Prince?” Hissing out the words as blood spluttered from his mouth, droplets of blood staining his worn white shirt as opened his mouth as if trying to attain the damage to his jaw from the hit. He could still move his jaw which was a good sign, but it had been a powerful punch. The Prince could pack quite the hit, which was clear, but Ethan had the upper hand even with his injured leg. Ethan hadn’t been on the run no doubt scrounging for whatever scraps of food they could find. The thought of the Prince slumming it gave him an odd sense of satisfaction as he took a few steps towards the Prince a grin across his face.
“How have you enjoyed life? I’m sure it’s not what you expected. No food, shelter. You’ve been living like the dog you are.” Smirking to himself as Ethan became rather smug with himself as he reached out grabbing Caspains wrist beneath his fingers. A vice like grip ensued as he tried to crush the bone in his wrist, force it to snap as he harshly pulled Caspain towards the floor. Ethan wanted to tower over him, show him who was boss and when he was on the floor perhaps, he would finally kill him. After all he wasn’t going to give out any information so was, he needed anymore?
“What a brilliant idea if I do say so myself.” Reaching back into his pocket with his other hand he pulled out the gun, first he aimed it towards Caspains heart as if he was going to shot. Finger on the trigger as his eyes burned with anger. Ethans fingers began to squeeze but at the last second, he aimed the gun to the Princes leg and shot without hesitation wondering just want the Prince would do now.
Iris felt herself jump in the seat; she had thought she heard a gunshot before but that sounded like another. Had they killed him? Trembling she felt everything go slow even as she gripped the box in her hands, colour drained from her face as the realisation that they may have actually just killed the Prince washed over her. No. No. They can’t have.
“Hear that, that’s the sound of time running out. I’ll have you escorted to your room. Feel free to get changed and get some rest. Ethan has big plans for you tomorrow Especially with what sounds like the Prince being dead.”
Although Iris heard his words, they didn’t register. She felt cold, they couldn’t have killed him, surely it was just an interrogation. Surely, he was still alive, no. She refused to believe he was dead until she saw the body. By this point as she was stuck in her own thoughts someone had already pushed her out of the chair and dragged her along to wherever else she was going now. Even though they had handled her roughly it didn’t get any sort of reaction from her, she was just pulled along like some ragdoll. It was strange because she knew what was happening around her, but it didn’t feel real. Even as they walked down the hall, even as she was now pushed into what looked like a bedroom. It wasn’t real. Iris was too focused on Caspain, that he had to be alive. Though Ethans fathers’ words crossed her mind ones more, time running out. The Prince dead. Dropping to her knees in the empty bedroom the box feels from her shaking hands, tears left her eyes as she began to sob already blaming herself for his death.
I killed him. This is my fault. Caspain is dead.