"Cole, I suggest you to halt any other intent." — The Baroness told her Husband in a discreet murmur.
"They have no respect for what is proper... Such savages..."
At a safe distance, the guests glanced with contempt at the wedded. Yet the woman continued to warn her reckless husband.
"If not for the girl you could be lying dead and stomped on the ground. Be grateful that no head has been split tonight... I don't want to become a widow because of my husband's impertinence."
"... You think you would stay a widow?"
"....."
The glare of Cole was asserted. Before men as those in the Hall, the woman would stay a widow only for the time they took to reach her head.
"... I still can gain more from him."
"Cole!..." — Watching that her jolt was unnoticed, the Baroness continued. — "Do not be reckless..! These men are not–"
"Woman. Stay quiet. I will handle these matters."
Shutting the woman's warning, the greed of the baron decided on his next steps.