TYLA'S POV The silence after my threat lingered like a mist in the air. The boy’s hand hovered mid-air, the plate of food slightly tilted as he contemplated whether to follow through with his tantrum or not. I saw his jaw tighten with storm clouds brewing in his silver eyes and yet, he didn’t throw the plate.“I dare you,” I said, my voice calm but cold. “Throw it, and I’ll bring the same exact plate back every single time until you eat it or starve.”He blinked, clearly taken aback by my words.For a moment, I thought he might still do it just to spite me but instead, he slowly placed the dish down on the side table beside him. I didn’t move and I wanted him to know that I wasn’t going to be just another servant tiptoeing around his moods.“What’s your name?” he asked finally, his tone curt.“Tyla.” I said simply.“You’re not scared of me.”“Should I be?”He smirked, but there was no amusement in it…just a guarded expression, like someone who’d been taught too early not to trust
Last Updated : 2025-08-09
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