"Hey!" The ex-law student objected.

"My property." He declared, grinning widely.

At the snack break, the woman was about to munch on the feast laid out, the man gave her a little smack on the hand who let out a yelp.

"Nuh-uh, that's my food." Sachar confiscated the succulent goods, Lyla appealed, drooling."You can't eat all this alone."

"You're right." The hungry girl was radiant until he finished his sentence."That's why Fayez will help me."

"That's how it's gonna be, huh?'" She pouted."Okay then, while I'm out, wash my clothes."

"Your clothes, your chore." He gave a piece of food to Fayez.

"I had paid actors to play house for me when I was a kid, I can't do house chores!"

"It's never too late to learn." The handsome man caressed the azure snake.

The feast was right in front of her rumbling stomach, albeit her cutest face didn't earn a crumb from that heartless guy.

She had to provide her own food, not possessing the qualities of a cook nor hunter, her prey were fruits.

A distinguishable plump red berry that emitted a first-rate scent worthy of being experimented by her who speedily went to pluck it.

"Wouldn't eat that." Ignoring his guidance, she filled her belly. Elusively, vines lashed her down, thrusting the screaming woman to the bush's jagged mouth in the nick of time the man intervened.

"I wanna go home!" Crying rivers, the spoiled brat waited for some comfort.

Sachar immediately raised his hand to oblige her supplication, disappointed, Lyla yelled."You're so cold, I wasn't being serious!"

The child of the prophecy tsk-tsked, the spoiled brat retook her search, stumbling at a fruit that was a mix of spoiled, poisonous, conceivably cursed.

The hungry girl peeked at him wondering whether it was edible or not, although his confirmation appalled her, she forced herself to consume it.

At the margins of a river, the spoiled brat didn't have the stamina to properly wash her clothes, omitting the fact she slipped on a soap bar that led her to a free swimming lesson.

"This is wrong!" Splitting a fish, the rich girl quibbled."I was born to spend my father's fortune… not do the laundry." 

Drying herself up, she placed her wet dresses on tree's branches but the wind pulled them to the ground, seeing them dirtier than before made her yowl.

The dire circumstances conducted her to adhere to the standard procedure, one her mother would resort to strike deals she almost lost for overdoing playing diva.

"Sachy, forgive me!" On her knees, the pampered girl begged."I won't take advantage of you again, I promise!"

"Forgiven." Sachar beamed, with a clap of hands a banquet materialized."Have some, you must be famished."

"Amazing!" The little sheep did not delay to help herself."By the way, why go hunting if you can do this?"

"There is a daily limit of the virx amount that I can manipulate, therefore I have to use it carefully."

"Um-hum, got it." Her disinterest occasioned him to reflect, for most trivial it was, he shouldn't have apprised her.

The unimportant bits, that's where peril resides, transmitting them would soon extinguish his discretion. Spontaneously, he would be confiding in her secrets.

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"Tell me, what was your previous destination, pretty please with a cherry on top?" Her coax did not go through him, reversing her back to stage one.

"Fine, we're not there yet." The rich girl grimaced."At least tell me how far we still have to go."

"It's been forever since we've started traveling to that temple!" The spoiled brat asked splenetically."Where is it? On the other side of the world?!"

"Yes." His response rendered her thinking out loud in a stupefied state which did not culminate.

At the center of a merchant city, the packed streets were disputing places with innumerable passerbys, purchasers, vendors and stalls.

She observed in awe the fabrics, patterns, attires although quickly her expression darkened. No use in admiring, I won't buy any of that.

Despite his aversion to multitudes, being in a hurry and having a sufficient set of clothes to get by, an unlikely suggestion came from the child of the prophecy.

"Perhaps, you could browse for a little while."

"I love you!" Expeditiously, the model's daughter darted to every booth selling shoes, clothes or cosmetics, in those intervals her partner carried the abundant bags.

The shopaholic detected her personal ancient evil burning holes in an expensive attire that was approximately worth twelve of her twenty outfits.

Opening the pouch, not a dime had prevailed, her shopping spree vanquished them all.

Overcoming her inner dilemma, sort of unwillingly the pampered girl let go of some of her purchases to afford that garment.

His eyes widened in surprise, Lyla outstretched the gift, sniffing."You better treasure it."

"If you insist, little sheep." Transparing a dazzling mischievous smile, Sachar took the present which inadvertently made him look like a big ball of sacks.

"You're welcome, bag fortress!" The rich girl chortled.

"You wish to carry your belongings? Right away." The man handed her plenty of newly acquired items, keeping his present.

"Wait, you can't expect me to carry all these with my weak feeble arms!" Nervous, the woman countered.

"I believe in you." He walked away."It's not that heavy, besides It's a good workout."

"Sachy!" She dashed after, the cranky guy smirked."See? You can do it."