Silver Needles Beneath the Morning Light
Yana Tyson and Wren Tyson looked at each other for a moment before silently nodding.
Neither father nor daughter hesitated anymore.
The morning breeze drifted quietly through the courtyard, rustling the bamboo leaves overhead. Sunlight filtered through the carved wooden roof of the pavilion, scattering soft golden patterns across the stone floor beneath their feet.
Yana stepped a little closer toward Julian D'Aurelius.
The distance between them unconsciously shortened.
Her long black hair brushed lightly against her shoulder as she looked directly into his golden eyes.
"Alright," she said softly yet firmly. "I swear, as long as Young Master Julian can heal my father's legs, the Tyson Family will stand with the D'Aurelius Family through thick and thin."
There was no hesitation in her voice.
Only sincerity.
Only determination.
For the Tyson Family, promises carried enormous weight.
Especially promises involving life debts.
