From a distance, Jollveld solely observed the scene that was to unfold. Hearing how a growing silence took over a cheery ambience as those that noticed became quiet to the Archduke's advance.
"Hahaha! Oh! Good ladies, such charming stories you tell!" — Ignorant the Princess told those sharing her table, laughing pleasantly in undeserved peace. — "Tell more of these little adventures you have had~!"
"My, the Princess is too kind~ Your stories are furthermore- Gasp!?! Y-your Illustrious Grace! Greetings on this marvellous day!" — Noticing his quick arrival, the women stood in respectful and fearsome gesture. Also announcing to the Princess of his presence… who remained ignorant of its danger solely for a split second.
"?! My dear- Ah! ACK!?"
"Here you'll die."
Taking her by the hair, Aslak's fist threw Dorothea to the harsh ground forbidding her eyes to dare meet his sight as he stood behind her.