A Young Master's Life II

They wanted me to be that kind of person—the kind who could get away with anything.

And once I figured that out, I started leaning into it hard.

Why wouldn't I? Everyone was practically begging me to act like I was above them.

I started picking fights for the fun of it. Arguing with tutors, backtalking my parents, blowing off responsibilities just to see how far I could push things.

And every time I did, they'd just shake their heads, shrug, and move on. Like nothing I did could really touch me. Like I was some force of nature they had to put up with.

That was when I really understood the power I had, the weight of the name I carried.

I remember Ava's birthday party one year.

Big, fancy affair, tons of lights and decorations, enough food to feed the entire sector for a day.

We were sitting in her giant garden under some ridiculous ice sculpture, and she was laughing about something stupid that bastard had said.