Darren's POV
The sitting room was silent. Kristin stood behind me, her face casting a menacing glare at Janet. Maklev stood at the door, shuffling his feet as he tried to avoid Janet's gaze. I sat on my favourite couch, sipping wine while watching Janet. Janet sat comfortably, her confident smile even wider than before.
"I guess you won't offer me a glass."
"You're a witch. I think you can handle that yourself."
"Well, true. Aqui Vertos."
A glass flew over from the bar, settling in her right hand. She picked the bottle off the centre table, filling the glass halfway. She took a small sip, nodding in satisfaction as she moaned slightly.
"You shouldn't keep good wine like this to yourself. Well, I'm here now."
"My wine stock is far older than you or your mother. Show some respect."
"I'm showing enough respect by drinking this with care. Good wine is for drinking and not just showcasing."
"You brat! Why are you here uninvited?"
"You can't talk to the First Princess like that."
