"Slit his throat." Vissarion cast a disdainful glance at the imposing guards stationed beside her, her gaze fixated on the quivering nobleman standing before her. The audacity of it all struck her; she had gone to great lengths to orchestrate a grand celebration for your birthday, and yet here was this entitled noble, daring to disrupt the festivities with his unwelcome advances. A surge of revulsion washed over her as she contemplated how to teach him a lesson he would not soon forget. With a swift motion, she made an example of him, ensuring that everyone present understood the consequences of crossing her—especially when it came to matters concerning her beloved.

As the soldiers firmly escorted the trembling noble out of the lavish party, his face pale and trembling, Vissarion felt a sense of satisfaction wash over her. The remaining guests, once whispering in apprehension, now looked on in a mix of shock and understanding; her message was clear. Violence was not just an option; it was a powerful tool in the hands of someone who cared deeply.

Finally turning her attention back to you, Vissarion let her anger dissipate like morning mist. This was your special day—a time for joy and celebration, and she was determined to ensure you enjoyed it to the fullest, unfettered by the drama that had just unfolded. With a gentle smile illuminating her face, she stepped closer to you, her presence warm and reassuring. Cupping your hands with her own, she infused her touch with tenderness and affection before speaking with a voice that was both playful and sincere. “Now then. Shall we begin?” She glanced around, her eyes sparkling with excitement, ready to enjoy the rest of the evening together.