In the count's palace,
"Pak!" The echo of tight slaps filled every corner of the room. Even the servants flinch and close their eyes at the sound.
Diana's hands covered the mark on her face instinctively. Her head bowed enough to show her remorse but her father was not taking it.
"Pak!" Philp raised his hand and slapped her other cheek too. His chest was still heaving. He still did not feel better after slapping his daughter twice.
"You have humiliated me in front of the world, Diana. Even a harlot shows discretion but you.." his blood boiled just by thinking about it. He wanted to shout and curse. God! He wanted to throw this young daughter of his out of the palace. He wanted to disown her.
"You are going to stay locked in your room until I think of your punishment and you are going to marry that man in a week," he announced again, closing his eyes, trying his best to control his rage but it was not working.