Antasia took a deep breath, her hand moving away from her face to reveal her red, swollen cheek.
Yet, her face still wore a perfectly impeccable smile as she gracefully curtsied to the surrounding circle of nobles.
Her movements were graceful and perfect, her voice calm and pleasant:
"Ladies and gentlemen, I apologize for disturbing your enjoyment; I am feeling a bit unwell and will take my leave now. Please continue to enjoy the banquet."
After making an apology beyond reproach, Antasia did not even glance at Prince Wozworth on the floor as she elegantly turned and left.
In her heart, all of Antasia's fantasies about the prince dissipated at that moment.
Indeed, the imaginations of a young girl were but a dream after all.
Reality was far more cruel than her own dreams.
Qin did not immediately follow her.
Wozworth arrived leisurely on the scene just as Qin was finishing off Prince Wozworth, glancing at the bloody mess on the ground with a deep frown.