Noting how quiet Caspain was Iris tried her best to keep supporting them, hoping that she was alleviating some of the pressure from his wounds. Iris couldn’t imagine what it was like to be shot, it had to be painful, but she couldn’t help but admire his will power to keep moving. Whether it was because of the adrenaline or the need to survive she didn’t know, but it showed just what the human body could experience and what it could be pushed too in order to survive. It was a surprise to herself that she could help support his weight as they stumbled around together, it wasn’t easy that was certain, but the need to survive had won that fight.
Feeling the weak tug on her shoulders urging her to move on she went to take a step, the booming voice however had other plans for them because what they had heard was a game changer. The Princes body, they thought he was dead. It all seemed to fall into place, the idea that Capital, his father all thought he was dead, and this was why he hadn’t been found. They weren’t looking for an alive hostage, no. They were looking for his dead body. The thought sent shivers through her and as much as she had suggested he go back to the Capital, this changed everything.
Under his weight she could feel her body tremble slightly at the fact they hadn’t moved, keeping on the move had been helpful to keep going. It was easier putting one foot in front of the other rather than standing still supporting them both. Her mind began to race, the prospect of taking him to the leader, thinking they could help but then the danger of approaching armed military men when he didn’t look like the Prince from appearance. The scruffy beaten and bruised male that she was supporting was definitely the Prince but calling attention to themselves whilst they were at a distance felt like an invitation of open bullets being sprayed their way. It’s a risk we may have to take. For him.
“Cas, I don’t know if drawing attention to us would be best, they are armed and from afar they could mistake you for an injured rebel and shoot. Putting you out of your misery. I’m… all for it, you going back to the Capital, but maybe the quickest way is not the best way.” Leading him a little bit away out of the sight of the shouting men there was a fence leading to the district not far from here, if they were spotted it could be dangerous and the Prince really would be dead.
“I just… they aren’t expecting you alive. Surely the border patrol will be better, more reasonable and no doubt there would be someone who would recognise you there. They’ve probably increased security there. What if that Jacob is there? He’d know it’s you.” Recalling the name of one of the security team that had accompanied Caspain on a few occasions, perhaps he was at the border orchestrating his fathers will of destroying the districts that had killed his son.
“The border is an hour away max; I can get you there. I promise you I will get you there and to safety. To your home.” Iris could feel her voice wavering at her words, feeling so many different emotions over what could happen next. They had to part, there was no question about it. There was no way she could get near the Capital because they’d assume, she was part of the rebellion, they had to know she was the daughter of the leader by now especially with names being revealed. Ultimately this had been her fault, she would have to punished for it and quite rightly because had she not made that choice in the woods none of this would have happened.
Forcing herself to not look back on the prison she kept to her word, leading him away from the military that could have helped but there was no way of knowing that. Grimacing as the shouts continued behind her, gun shots and strangled cries. As distance was being put between them, she could here members of the rebellion cry back stating how they’d never give his body up. Fighting words being thrown between them as she had to steady her own feet when she felt the ground tremble at the sound of a large crash followed by sounds of a structure starting to collapse.