Oh. Hearing all of Dukeâs ideas, she realized perhaps she was being overdramatic after all, thinking sheâd have to resort to commoners. Breathe, Ellie, she reminded herself. Just breathe. She smiled at him, thinking that the falseness of it would have been masked from anyone else in the kingdom, but he could see through her unlike any other. If anyone was going to realize that her eyes didnât match her lips, or that there was a pinched manner about her cheeks, it would be Duke. Her smile didnât grow any more real as he listed options, either; they were plentiful, but all of them filled her with dread. Theyâd take so many improvements, so much training and worst of all, sheâd have to lay so many traps to even hook them in the first place. She wanted someone to notice her now, without all of the hard work that should be reserved for servants and peasants behind her designs. Ellie didnât want to make her life happen, she wanted it to be something effortless and magical that happened to her.
âYes, well, I suppose all of those options do merit consideration,â Ellie said dismissively, as if Duke hadnât just done her a great favor, shaking her out of her frenzy and listing a great many options worth consideration for her. âAnd perhaps I can come up with a similar list of princesses for you, although I do hope youâll understand if thatâs not my highest priority. After all, none of the eligible female royalty has publicly snubbed available princes by making a show out of wooing remarkably rich garbage lately.â Because even when they cared about each other, theyâd always cared about themselves more, hadnât they? That was how she and Duke operated, and she couldnât seem too interested in his well-being. Not more interested than she was in her own, at least; it would be highly embarrassing should he feel that she still cared too much for him.Â
Even if at times she wondered if she did. Times like now, when all of his royal options had seemed loathsome to her ears. Times when her face lit up delightedly at the implication that heâd still sing for her. Times when she had to hold herself back from lighting up with true enthusiasm, and remind herself to stay measured and regal rather than open and honest and free. âAnd where might I find one of those?â Ellie asked, her voice with a hint of amusement as she looked towards Duke. Curse him if he turned out to mean someone else, but for now, she was hopeful that theyâd get the chance to show off for the kingdom just how much better than they were than their peers, at least this once more.
Duke didn't blame Ellie's smile for not being 100% of the way real; these options were less than desirable. In a way they were hardly options, which was perhaps a rude way to think about people, but Duke himself had had a similar moment when he'd tried listing out the remaining princesses in the land, with the loosest definition of the word 'princess' possible. True, they had genetics and breeding on their side unlike commoners but that was the one difference. Even worse were the crown princes and princesses who 'forgot' they were royalty and seemed to want everybody else to forget it as well. It was disgusting, truly. He and Ellie were some of the last of the real royals in Auradon - why should it be their job to wrangle the others into acting accordingly? Weren't they do enough by holding an example? Â
Listing options was the least he could if he didn't want his conversational partner falling into a pit of panic, but as soon as Ellie shrugged it off and suggested perhaps making a list for Duke if she had nothing better to do, he blushed. Duke hadn't been playing, but it felt like he'd been caught showing his hand somehow. Ellie was good, embarrassing him when there was nothing to be embarrassed over. Casual, quick, always on her feet - how had another prince not snatched her up yet? It would always remain a mystery. "You're adorable for thinking I don't already have a list of my own," he tried, "but unfortunately it's about as tempting as yours." A smile came out of him, a real smile that wasn't meant to be manipulative or confusing or anything but a smile. It was kind of funny, that they were in the same boat. Maybe they'd always have too much in common.
Was that a bad thing, though? Duke loved himself, after all. And in turn he had an affection for Ellie that went beyond mere pleasantries, although was it the sort of affection that would lead him to serenade her on the holidays? Maybe not. He cocked his head to the side and grinned, striking one of the many poses he'd cataloged. "Well, I think I fit the classification of royal male friend," he started, "and we all know I can sing better than anyone else who's serenaded somebody today. I guess what it boils down to is what I'd get out of it. Having the whole of the kingdom think that I'm still hung up on my ex is hardly the best way to find my next beloved, so the question lies: how do we rebrand this so that it makes both of us seem desirable?"