"My dear Olivia, I remember you love flowers the most, so I specially arranged for someone to find these Snowbells for you..."
Ryan placed a bouquet of pure white flowers in front of the head.
He stroked the bloodstained hair of the Princess, his tone full of affection: "It can bloom even in winter, do you like it?"
Olivia stared with vacant eyes, speechless.
"Why aren't you speaking?"
Ryan was somewhat puzzled: "Are you mad at me?"
That handsome face instantaneously twisted, and he yanked the other's hair, slamming it hard against the table, over and over!
"Why don't you listen to me! Why did you betray me!! Why did you obey that damned Alliance diplomat!!"
The Prince panted, his eyes filled with mad hatred: "Why did you let me suffer that humiliation!! I must kill that diplomat!!"
Blood splattered, and the head was smashed beyond recognition.
The nearby ministers were oblivious, still bowing their heads, their eyes feverishly devouring the food in front of them.
