Tiara stared at him in disbelief, her thoughts a tangled mess of frustration and fear. *Why in the world is he doing this to me? For God's sake, just let me go! I'm not some doll he can carry around as he pleases. I'm not a child that needs to be spoon-fed. I'm my own person, and he can't just control me like this!* The thoughts swirled in her mind like a storm, but before she could stop herself, the words spilled from her lips.
"I'm not a child! Stop treating me like one!" she blurted out, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and desperation.
The moment the words left her mouth, she knew she had made a mistake. His eyes darkened, his expression hardening like ice. The air between them grew tense, and Tiara felt a chill run down her spine. She barely had time to react before he slammed the bowl of porridge onto the table, the sound echoing in the quiet room.
