"Are you angry?" Nicholas asked the woman who kept walking away without paying him any attention.
"I dare not," Luciana said in a mocking tone.
"But I'm very happy, shouldn't that be what is important?" Nicholas whined like an abandoned puppy, trying to get its master's attention.
The maids and the servants saw the prince acting like a lovesick puppy, and they all tried to look elsewhere, acting as if they did not just witness something that warranted death. This was the famed cold-blooded first prince they were talking about, the known devil.
Luciana glared at him when he said he was happy.
"I can tell, I can tell from his severe bruises that you were a hair's breadth from killing him," she said sarcastically, and at the same time, that image of Nicholas looking like a spirit of death as he senselessly beat David that night flashed past her mind.