“You look even more like a Princess now. How fitting.” Duncan remarked with a smirk, his tone only the tiniest sliver deadpan and wholly sarcastic. The self-fitting smirk on his face surely said so. Duncan didn’t care what you were, he’d called you a princess wholeheartedly if he felt the name fit. Fortunately he thought it did.

A roach and Duncan was all it took to set his plan into motion. It’s too bad you and Duncan have been long standing enemies, seeing as you two were on the same team and all. But it was all long before that, way back when Duncan was still going to juvie. The two of you at odds, butting heads. Duncan constantly pulling, quite frankly, childish pranks on you. Flirting with others in front of you. Anything to get your blood pressure up and pumping. And maybe his too.

“Pftt, HAHAHA, you’re really shaking in your boots over one little roach, sweetheart?” He’d just planted a singular roach or two in the cabin and that was enough to get back at you. Duncan titled his head slightly, a cocky smirk on his face as he crossed his arms, a daring look on his face as if he dared you to challenge him on this. “Keep glaring, Princess. It won’t change the fact that you’re stuck with me.” And it certainly wasn’t the other way around.