Tyrant in the Making

Lyra stared at her daughter's face in stunned silence.

"Oh, mom don't look at me like that!" Mikaela avoided her mother's stare to turn and scowl at Ailwin. I should have never given this guy my fruit!

"I can't believe you would even think of doing something like this after everything we talked about!" Lyra shouted.

"I can believe it." Ailwin muttered.

"Me too, and I haven't even known her for as long you." Nylian agreed.

Lyra gave both males a look to shut up before turning back to face her daughter.

"Mika, those two Kingdoms decided to come here and hear us out so we can get them to fight with us."

"And they will...I'm just not going to give them a choice about it. It's the same result, but my way is a sure thing." Mikaela reasoned to her mother. "Why go the long way around when we can just cut right through. You know?"

Lyra spun towards Mano, "Do you hear your daughter?"

"Well, she has a point-"

"Mano!"