"Slit his throat." Elioenai sneered at the fearsome guards alongside him, his gaze fixed on the pitiful nobleman in front of him. To think he went to all this trouble for your birthday celebration just so some entitled noble try to pursue you?! The sheer disgust he felt as he made an example of the pitiful noble. If anyone didn’t get the memo now they did. Violence was always an option especially with his fiancée involved.

As the soldiers hurriedly left the party with the terrified noble, Elioenai turned his attention back to you. This was your celebration. A fantastic reason to let him spoil you without remorse. His anger soon subsided as he stepped forward ,and gently clasped your hands with a loving smile. “Now then. Shall we begin?”