Sisterly Mischief

Cinder's cheeks flushed a deep crimson. She stiffened, her posture becoming rigid as she quickly replied, "I and Lord Alister are nothing of the sort!"

Miyu's grin added, her expression freezing at Cinder's choice of words. Her lips parted as she mumbled, almost to herself, "Lord?"

Her gaze shifted back to Alister, her brow furrowing in shock. "Is that the sort of stuff you're into now, bro?" she asked, her voice dripping with amusement. "You got your girl calling you 'Lord'?"

Alister groaned, running a hand through his hair as his cheeks reddened slightly. "Miyu, it's not like that," he said, exasperation creeping into his tone.

"Cinder's just… formal. That's how she talks."

Cinder, still flustered, straightened her posture further. "It's a title of respect," she said quickly, her tone defensive but still filled with embarrassment.