"You danced with her tonight, but soon she will be moaning between my legs." He murmured to Wilmore's face.
The limit, this pig crossed the limit!
Maxwell's hand that was holding the toast twisted, as the prince as a dark ghost moved, the flying glass sat in Wilmore's hand and broke to half with a simple squeeze then dove between the mayor's son's legs.
Maxwell roared and fell on the floor, wrenching, his mother and sister were moaning as they saw him.
"Blood, this is blood! Murderer." Vanessa screamed, directing to Wilmore, her face as red as beetroot. People were gathering and the music stopped. They yearned for learning what just had happened.
"Your grace! You did well." Margaret complimented, she was the only smiling one.
The prince sighed, what a mess! But he deserved it. He felt better now that he sensed the blood scent. It could always calm his nerves. His eyes moved on Luna, she was not happy unlike it she was frightened, what was this? Shouldn't she thank him?
