{NEXT MORNING}
Lylah was scrubbing the floor, her mind occupied with the thought of meeting Lord Lucas soon. He had mentioned that training would become more frequent in the coming days.
All of a sudden, a hand yanked something from her clothing.
“Nice dagger you have here misfit. Where did you get this?” a young warrior chuckled, staring at the weapon Lord Lucas had given Lylah.
“Give it back,” Lylah demanded, reaching for it, but he pulled it out of her reach.
“Not until you tell me where you get this?” he barked a laugh, examining the dagger.
“Give. It. Back,” Lylah warned.
“Or what? Are you going to beat me up, misfit?” he stepped forward. “You're just one of the servants in the barracks. There's no way you could afford this special dagger.”
“Someone gave it to me. Happy now? N
