Ronan's words sliced through the air like a knife, cold and sharp. Celeste's face twisted in a mix of shock and anger; her tear-stained cheeks now turning red. She clenched her fists and began to quiver with rage. "How dare you—"
"Oh, wait," Ronan cut in, his tone as sharp as a whip. "What's your dream?"
Celeste blinked, still in shock. "What?"
Your dream, he repeated impatiently. "What do you want to do in life? What are you fighting for?"
Celeste glared at him, her jaw tight. "I want to join the Royal Knights and become their commander. That's my duty as the head of the Valefor family."
"Great," Ronan said flatly. "And you think standing here crying is going to get you there?
