Prompt: “I’m not in the mood for games.”
“I don’t think this is a good use of my time.” Even as I say it, though, I can feel the buzz of anticipation mingling with the magic at my fingertips. “And I’m not in the mood for games.”
“What else are you going to do? Sit around sulking instead?” Celeste’s look is a knowing one, and I hate that she’s right. “You need to loosen up, sister.”
“I’m not some prize horse you can just parade to your fiancée.” I gesture at the other princess across the courtyard, and I imagine she’s having a similar conversation with her mage. He doesn’t look any more amused than I am, but then again I can only see the bottom half of his face under the mask. “I don’t do magic for sport.”
“Please. You’ve been dying for a rematch anyway.”
I don’t dignify that with a response. Celeste takes that as agreement and smiles at me before turning to her betrothed and nodding. The other princess practically skips over to us, her excitement barely held in.
If only her mage were as easy to read. He’s as expressionless as stone, his jaw set, lips in a resting frown. Stopping a few feet behind his princess, he nods.
I hate that I can’t see his eyes.
The princesses move a safe distance away before Celeste calls out, “Ready?”
Finishing up the braid over my shoulder, I look to my sister and nod. In front of me, my opponent bows.
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