Chapter 13: Tension and Steak.
"Would you prefer we spoke before or after food?"
"After food, please." She said lightly, wanting to stall the serious talks for later. She thanked the butler quietly as he handed her a copy of the menu.
’Why are we using a menu? This isn’t a hotel.’ She wanted to ask, but swallowed her questions, her eyes lazily scanning the menu, a little worried as there were no prices attached to the dishes.
After thinking for sometime, she decided to pick the cheapest dish she could guess. "I’d have Ramen, please. Thank you." She said, handing the menu back to the butler who still stood beside her.
"Alright, ma’am." The elderly man said animatedly before turning away, she couldn’t help but cringe visibly at his choice of words, Troy chuckling from across her.
"Ma’am." He teased, laughing.
"Don’t call me that. I’m just eighteen." She responded, huffing.
"Eighteen and mated to three powerful men. Seems very well deserved to me." Tristan said, pride in his voice.
"Oh please, I haven’t accepted you guys yet." She said, grinning widely like she had some kind of leverage over them.
"Oh, but you will." Theo said in full assurance, his face smug, mocking her pride.
"You don’t know that! I can decide to walk away, right now. It will hurt but not so much." She said shrugging her shoulders like it was nothing, her pride returning to it full state as she stared at them.