บท 318: A play worth in gold(2)

The prince, in a display of calculated theatrics, crumpled to the ground with a piercing scream. His hands clutched at the hilt of the embedded blade, and his face contorted in feigned agony. The room, caught in the sudden tumult, erupted into a chorus of alarmed cries and chaotic confusion. The prince's supposed agony echoed through the hall, a carefully orchestrated performance designed to deceive those present.

The guests, initially taken aback by the shocking turn of events, now found themselves thrust into a whirlwind of panic and uncertainty. Some recoiled in horror, while others frantically sought cover. The once-jovial atmosphere now hung heavy with tension, as the prince's staged suffering played out in a beautiful spectacle of a feigned assassination attempt.