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The group of six sat across one another, the only thing dividing them was a small glass table with tarts and what smelled like fresh wine.
Everyone was in deep conversation, asking questions and trying to catch up on the realm’s never ending issues. The only one who refused to answer anything was Duncan. He insisted Courtney and her sisters had no business knowing valuable information. If anything it made them susceptible to danger, but Courtney would not allow her family to be brought into the middle of something without knowing every detail.
Courtney was positive Duncan got his way 99% of the time. The remaining 1% was taken away the moment she had convinced his friends to give them information. She had smiled sweetly at him as he slouched back in the chair and muttered something she was sure was foul.
Her eyes glared in his direction anytime he scoffed at her questions. Duncan’s eyes connected with hers and gave her a quick wink. She only averted her gaze and tried to focus on what DJ was trying to answer.
His eyes are beautiful though. Still, what an arrogant son of a bit—
Watch it, Princess.
She choked on air. The group in front of her cocking their eyebrows up but continuing with their conversation as she put on a fake smile and cleared her throat.
What the fuck had just happened? Did I say that part out loud?
No, but I heard you loud and clear.
Her eyes darted across the group, coming into contact with said beautiful eyes. She glared at him again.
How is that possible?
I’m just as surprised as you are, but tell me— you really think I have beautiful eyes, huh.
His smirk made her cheeks flush, a mixture of embarrassment and rage beginning to boil.
Don’t flatter yourself, your mere presence cancels everything out.
Everything? Good to know.
His eyes burned into her as he eyed her up and down. And it was moments like this that Courtney wished she could manifest fire. Oh, how she’d love to watch him burn for simply speaking to her. Or whatever this would be classified as.
You’re pretty cute there, Princess.
Shut up.
Even cuter when you’re trying to be mad.
“Oh, fuck off!”
All eyes widened. Shit, that was actually out loud.
“Everyone look out, it seems like this Princess is starting to lose it.”
“Courtney, are you okay?” Gwen asked with concern.
“I’m fine! Just… exhausted.”
“Then by all means, leave. We’d hate to have you miss your beauty rest.”
“Duncan!” DJ tsked with a disapproving frown.
“What? I’m sure she’d love an excuse to ditch this ridiculous conversation.”
“This is a serious conversation that involves a lot of thought!” She tried to defend, but Duncan wasn’t having it. He was simply too bored with whatever everyone was trying to accomplish in one sitting.
“And you’re bugging out.”
“Maybe you should rest.” Bridgette interjected, reaching over to rest a hand on Courtney’s shoulder.
She shot daggers at Bridgette. Way to back her up.
“I just mean, we’ve come a long way. We should all recharge and meet back up tomorrow?”
“Sounds good to me.” Geoff said with a smile and nod.
Geoff and DJ said their goodbyes and made their way towards the front door. Bridgette and Gwen had just turned to exit the room when Duncan turned around to look at her once more.
Sleep well, Princess. He said, well thought.
Fuck off. She bit back, this time knowing it wasn’t out loud.
He genuinely smiled at her before walking out after his two friends.