An Attack

Hours after the ball.

"That fool!" Kohath cursed at the top of his lungs as he barged into the dining hall, stomping towards the table, fuming.

The maids and servants who were preparing dessert quickly distanced themselves from the table and watched Kohath lay his hands on the tablecloth, yanking it with all his strength.

The sound of plates crashing, food splattering, glass cups shattering, and the yelps of some soft-hearted maids filled the atmosphere as they covered their mouths.

"He dared to humiliate me in front of everyone! How dare that arrogant brat!"

Kohath spun in fury and approached a chair before slamming it against a servant who was about to run, making the man tumble.

Blood streamed down his head, but it didn't satisfy Kohath. He approached the servant, lifted the chair and slammed him a couple more times until the chair was destroyed.

"Who built these fake chairs? Have him executed!"