Here's the update (some of) you have been waiting for. LOL

Hope you like it and aren't mad at me!

-- -- -- --

Courtney's POV

I hear Duncan call out for me from behind near the stairwell as I'm walking up. "I'm done. Wait for me, Princess!" "Okay, okay." I roll my eyes and stop. "Did something happen to you, Dunky?" "I don't mind it too-too much when you call me that, but they kept calling me 'Dunky' in front of my extended demon-parents and it was really annoying." "Well, I'm sorry to hear that. I need to take a shower right now, so I need to get my-" "Could I join you?" He inquires curiously. I think his eyes are flooded with lust again… "As much as I love you, I'll never allow you to do that. So you're just gonna need to be understanding and respect my personal space." "But-" "No Duncan. My answer is no, okay?" I sigh irritably. "Okay babydoll…" He groans in disappointment.

I feel bad whenever Duncan get moody over something that doesn't go his way so I just wrap my arms around him in a cozy hug. "How about we watch a movie in that fancy movie room you showed me on the first day? Just you and me…" I suggest. "I mean, after I take a shower, of course." I feel his arms wrapped around me too, like the chocolate nougat 'string' that wrapped around the blueberry muffins made back home. "I'll ask Jen to pop the popcorn." He pecks my left cheek and holds me a little tighter. "Sounds great!" "Yeah." We stare into each other's eyes again; it feels like…we're lovestruck. "Duncan, does this count as our first date?" I ask him out of curiosity. "No, I think the party was our first date right? I had tons of fun with you that day. Your hangover was one of the weirdest hottest things I've ever seen…" Ewww. Just eww. "I'll wait in the bedroom, you leave the door locked. And by locked, I friggin mean locked, Princess. Bring all your stuff with you in there and all. Just in case I wanna disobey…" "Seriously! What the f- I mean, just no…" I place my hands on my hips assertively in disgust. "Awww! You were about to say your first cuss word! And hey, I just wanted to warn you Princess. To protect you from my inner dragon, because I care." I roll my eyes at this commentary. "Then who's the prince? You are?" "Yep. Pretty much sweetheart." "That makes no sense!" I counter. "Once you said the reason why we're a thing doesn't make any sense." He debates. "True, true." I mumble under my breath. "I love you, Court." He knows how to make me mad, yet, he knows how to make me feel amazing. "Me too, Dunky." My 'true love' is a weirdo, that's for sure.

(Magical transition)

I have my change of clothes under my arm and my towel hung up on the rack. I see the gingerbread shower gel, orange-scented shampoo and conditioner and I just release a peaceful smile. "I'm going to take my shower, so don't you dare be a Devil on me! Okay?" I grumble strictly after locking the bathroom door. "Is it locked?" I roll my eyes, sigh out of frustration, and tell him that it's locked. "Ugh...of course it's locked you illicit!" "Jeez, I was just checking so I wouldn't be able to unleash my inner dragon on you! Unless, you want me to…" "No thanks! I'm going now." I hope he doesn't get any ideas. I don't know, like picking the lock or something? I turn on the water and wait for it to warm up. Believe it or not, it only takes about 10 seconds to get the water just right! I get in after taking off my clothes and let the warm water melt my troubles away. I cup my hands under the shower head and wash my face. It feels amazing… Then I take a deep whiff of the gingerbread smell as I apply the shower gel onto myself. Before getting out of there, drying off and getting my clothes on, I scrub the shampoo and conditioner (one at a time, of course) into my hair scalp. It exhausts my arms but gets the job done. I stay under the running shower head for a little while longer, turn it off pull my towel off from the rack. Even though I lived in the castle for practically my whole life, I learned how to get quick with drying myself off at age 5. I wrap the towel around myself and I'm about to put on my favorite outfit but then I hear the door unlock and a "Babe…I didn't know you were this-" I slap his face fiercely. "GET THE- I mean, GET OUT!!!" I squeak loud clear in embarrassment. The Devil has this severely hungry look on his face and I cling onto my towel for dear life. "I told you to lock it properly." "I-I did! Then that means…" I retort, but then I realized just now that this was his fault… "Let's not get to hasty about this, okay Princess?" "This is the last straw. When I say 'respect my privacy', I mean it. The movie thing is off and so are we!" I grumble; trapping myself in the closet so I can change without someone trying to watch. "But-" "No excuses, Duncan!" I groan clearly. The nerve… "If you don't respect me, then you don't deserve to be with me." I grumble under my breath in a tired tone. "I need some sleep…" I groan to myself.

I don't know why but I keep hearing pounding at the door, and high-pitched tears. I see this dark black cloud; floating over Duncan and gory acid rain melting his face off… Why? Why do I have to deal with such a visual? Wait, I see it now...God wants us to be together! As soon as I realized it, I see this brunette woman dressed in a white wedding dress. It has this intricate stitching and long lace train and this beautiful rose flower pattern design I'm just in love with. Then I see this wedding scene and the couple looks like me and Duncan… I open my eyes and see that I'm not in a dress, someone I don't want to mention in an overrated tuxedo and no cake… "Thank you God, thank you for saving me from that horrible dream…" I give praise and gaze up at the ceiling while I do. "Princess?" I look around and don't see him next to me in here, I can only hear his voice. "What do you want now?" I groan. "Are you still mad at me?" I need to think about this long and hard. If I say no, I'd be lying and going against my promised statement! I was raised not to lie. My parents were usually honest, but in the nicest way possible. Then again, if I say yes, I'd going against God's wishes! "Look, I know I really screwed up and I want to apologize. I seriously do, Courtney. This was one of the worst things I've ever done and I won't be the same without you in my life again. I'll be incomplete without someone to call 'Princess' all the time. I'll wait as long as I have to to hear you say that you forgive me. I'll never open the door when you're…there again, and I'll wait here until you're ready to talk." I feel a guilty frog in my throat and I can't be mad at him anymore. My first breakup has been the worst breakup and I never want to feel this way again. In surrender, I reply with a very soft, "I'm ready to talk to you if you are…" And that idiot comes busting the door open with this huge smile on his face that reminds me of the opalescent flowers that grew in the royal garden. Because it was crystal clear in a sense, I guess. Not that I'd pay that much attention if that smile belonged to someone else… Wait what?

It makes me feel...brighter and more exquisite than I did at the cotillion bash last year. "I'm so glad, Princess. I hope letting you enjoy being a lone sleepyhead helped calm you down. Sometimes you can scare the hell outta me…" "I'm still mad at you- wait a second. You left me alone?! To sleep?! And I am not scary, but thank you." I'm getting a little annoyed, but hey, at least we're making progress. It was considerate of him to give me some alone time. "Can we get back together, Princess? I wouldn't be the same without you and seeing you everyday would just make it worse." Duncan pleas on his knees and the comfy carpet. I'm getting more and more guilty by the second; hurting because of my pride. Stupid pride! "I love you, remember? You've turned into my everything. I'd never be the same without you in my heart and arms. I've never really said this about or to any other girls and you've turned me into a friggin marshmallow… I-I don't know what else to say to you." I feel tears trickling down my face. I feel milliseconds, seconds, and even minutes go by in pure silence. But I can't stand it any longer… "I can't be mad at you anymore, Duncan. I'm still annoyed at the fact that you did that. But then again, you know how to push all my buttons, and make me feel absolute happiness…I still love you too, Dunky. Despite all of your flaws and annoying qualities and-" I get interrupted but for the first time, I don't care! "For once, I'm actually happy to hear that crappy nickname. I love you too, bossy, goody-goody Princess. No matter how uptight you are." "Oh. Uhh, can I?" "What?" I give him a curious look. "Kiss you." "Why not?" I tease. He climbs onto the bed next to me, wraps me up into a cuddly hug, and kisses my forehead. "Duncan?" "Yeah what?" "I thought you were going to kiss me on the lips." "Well, I didn't wanna overdo it make you mad." I smile in appreciation and feel flattered. "That's really thoughtful of you." "I'm not soft, just to be clear. You can just be really dangerous to be around." "I love you. No matter how hard you push me. No matter how hard I try not to. I love you, Duncan." I peck him on the cheek; probably blushing madly. "I hope I don't make you upset by asking you, but is movie night back on?" "Yeah. It is." I close my eyes and take in the comfort I'm feeling. Being in his arms...if this is what God wants, who am I to disagree?