Lilian’s birthday celebrations had barely ended when whispers of a new guest arriving at the Dukedom began to spread. The excitement of her grand party was still fresh in her mind, and she was eager to return to her usual activities. However, a sense of foreboding lingered as she learned that the guest was none other than Sylvia Ravenscroft, the favored daughter of the second Dukedom.

Sylvia was known for her sharp wit and even sharper tongue. At ten years old, she had already made a name for herself as a cunning and manipulative figure. Her beauty was matched only by her cruelty, and she had a knack for disguising her venomous nature with a sweet, innocent facade.

Lilian was in the garden, tending to her flowers, when Sylvia arrived with her father. The air was thick with tension as the two families exchanged formalities. Sylvia’s eyes scanned the surroundings, eventually landing on Lilian. Her lips curled into a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

“Lilian, isn’t it?” Sylvia said, stepping forward. “I’ve heard so much about you.”

Lilian wiped her hands on her apron and stood to face Sylvia. “Yes, that’s me. Welcome to our Dukedom.”

Sylvia tilted her head, examining Lilian as if she were a specimen. “I’ve heard you’re quite the talk of the town. It must be exhausting being so… popular.”

Lilian raised an eyebrow. “It has its moments. But I imagine it’s not as exhausting as pretending to be sweet.”

Sylvia’s smile faltered for a split second before returning with full force. “Oh, I assure you, there’s no pretense here. I genuinely want to get to know you.”

“Is that so?” Lilian replied, crossing her arms. “Then why do I feel like you’re more interested in digging up dirt than planting flowers?”

Sylvia laughed, a sound that was more chilling than joyful. “You’re quite the comedian, Lilian. But let’s not pretend we’re friends just yet. I’m here to see if the rumors about you are true.”

Lilian’s dragon, Celeste, in his cat form, watched from a nearby tree, his eyes narrowing at Sylvia’s words. He jumped down, padding over to Lilian’s side.

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“I don’t need to prove anything to you,” Lilian said, her voice steady. “But if you’re looking for rumors, I’m afraid you’ll be disappointed. I’m exactly as I appear.”

Sylvia’s eyes glinted with malice. “Oh, I don’t know about that. Everyone has their secrets. Perhaps you just hide yours better.”

Lilian’s smile didn’t waver. “Or perhaps I don’t have any. Unlike some people who hide behind pretty words and prettier dresses.”

Sylvia’s cheeks flushed with anger, but she maintained her composure. “You’re quite bold for someone who’s only recently turned nine. I wonder if that boldness will last.”

Lilian shrugged. “Boldness comes naturally when you have nothing to fear. But tell me, Sylvia, do you enjoy playing the villain, or is it just something you’re good at?”

Sylvia’s smile grew tighter. “I suppose it’s a role I’ve had to perfect, given the competition. But don’t worry, Lilian. I don’t see you as a rival. More like… a stepping stone.”

Lilian’s eyes sparkled with amusement. “Well, as long as you don’t trip over me on your way up. It would be a shame to see you fall.”

Their exchange continued, each girl refusing to back down. Sylvia’s passive-aggressive barbs were met with Lilian’s sharp wit and unwavering confidence. The tension between them crackled like a live wire, and it was clear to everyone present that this was only the beginning of their rivalry.

Sylvia leaned in, her voice a low whisper. “Enjoy your moment in the spotlight, Lilian. It won’t last forever.”

Lilian leaned in closer, her eyes locking onto Sylvia’s. “Neither will your mask, Sylvia. Eventually, everyone sees through it.”

Sylvia’s eyes flashed with anger, but she quickly masked it with a sugary smile. “We’ll see about that. Until then, let’s try to keep things… civil.”

Lilian smiled sweetly. “Of course. Civility is so important, don’t you think?”

Sylvia’s father called for her, and she turned to leave, but not before casting one last glance at Lilian. “This isn’t over,” she whispered, a promise of more clashes to come.

Lilian watched her go, feeling a mix of excitement and wariness. “I wouldn’t expect anything less,” she murmured to herself.

As Sylvia and her father disappeared from view, Lilian let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. Celeste nudged her leg, purring softly.

“That was intense,” he said, looking up at her with wide eyes.

Lilian nodded, her expression thoughtful. “Yes, it was. But I’m not worried. She may be sly and cunning, but I have something she doesn’t.”

“And what’s that?” Celeste asked, tilting his head.

“A family that loves me and friends who stand by my side,” Lilian replied, a determined smile spreading across her face. “And that’s something she can never take away.”

With renewed determination, Lilian returned to her gardening, her heart set on facing whatever challenges Sylvia would throw her way. This was just the beginning, and Lilian was ready to show Sylvia that she was no pushover. The battle lines had been drawn, and the stage was set for a rivalry that would test both girls in ways they never imagined.