3 Chapter 2| Who is she?

The hall stayed silent, no whispers to exchange and they halted their movements from their small activity.

hundreds of lookers gaze at the three people that are in the center of the ball, watching the event expectedly to befall them. Hoping the disgusting woman will be banished forever.

Shadow looms over Marga's eyes as the prince still tightens his sword's handle on Lady Grey's neck, and keeps holding his intense blue glare eyes under.

The anxiety in the atmosphere shivers a bit through the skins of Nobles and Dukes.

A sound of a metal clicking on the floor, and the crowd gasped high.

Shocked and terrified to see the sight of the prince being grounded by the top of his back. Who's holding down his arms behind and sitting in his legs, making him unable to escape from her shocking strong grasp that he didn't recall before, that his ex-fiance had such strength

she can hold.

"What are you doing?!" He twisted his neck and tried to pierce her with his blue eyes. If it can magicly kill her to get off.

"Well tell me where's the exit, I can't handle this situation any longer before my brain bursts, so please be a gentleman and help this poor woman to guide her to the exit."

"Get off of me this instant!" struggling to get away from her heavy grip and felt almost numb in his body.

"If you tell me where the exit is, then I'll let you go simply as you ask… it is fair since you pointed your sword at me, and a woman at that. Here I thought you're a prince with royal honor, but it seems like you're not privileged to be called one." The last made her voice tune to demand and force.

"You-" A vein pops on the side of his forehead and pierces harder maliciously at her in eyes side, "Get the hell of me you woman!" the blonde screamed in anger.

"Ah… just answer my-" Marga's words were cut short by the blonde's loud command.

"Guards!"

stomping sounds of steel and Marga glances at the armored men.

"Seize her!"

The men throw out their sharpened Iron spears to her, and at the same time, in flash. Marga places Ferrucio's sword at his throat close.

"Be cautious of coming here an inch closer, don't want to harm him, if you want your highness to be injured?" Saucing her voice with ominous dominance and red eyes lingered on death sentence.

The atmosphere in the air changed to a low cool temperature, and began to feel skin crawling in them.

The Nobles, Dukes and guards felt cold in their shoes, unable to function or bear to move a muscle.

Looking at the glowing scarlet eyes absorb eternal flaming hell, including her medium dark brown hair that reflects like reborn darkness coming to live again in this world, reminiscent of the looks of a devil within a woman's body.

Made them vibrate a shiver in their spine, forming dripple of sweat on their faces.

Ferrucio doesn't have a slight

faint memory about how Lady Grey was able to uphold such strength and merciful glowing eyes able to put such dominance over his men, royals, and him.

For once in this world that he thought he couldn't, he feels a real fear.

She was a presumptioness woman with the prideful title as the daughter of Duke Grey, she laughs down to the peasants below her pedestal and she has not dared to give a spare time to evade a proper talk, nor does she care about the people with the lowest status. For she only sees them as pathetic fools. She creates terrifying mischiefs inside the kingdom, seeing the despair and pain is like a flavor cake that tastes deliciously sweet to savor.

Whenever the prince is near, her personality changes to a sick lovestruck. She can't bear to leave the prince's side or not even think of leaving anytime. She's insanely obsessive and loves the prince as she can't breath without his existence, that made her become quite possessive. If ever saw a girl groping his prince, she'll silently torment them and play the innocent victim.

So they'll never seduce his prince.

But he didn't know that this woman who loves him, will someday harm him and stick him onto the ground. Ferrucio has no words to speak out his mind of what he saw, is not the same woman he knew. Was she pretending all this time? The emotions, sweet talks, and invited tea times are all just fake?! She's faking all this time?!

This ignites him to remove the feeling he felt earlier, more veins popping.

"Guards! Get her now!"

They reluctantly attack her, which is when Marga's instinct kicks in to tell her to stand up and avoid being captured, she dodge away from the heroine and runs to the stairs with the prince's sword in hand. With the numbers of men behind her.

The heroine watches the events happening, with her knees kneeling down from the change of atmosphere that just took place, and snapped back her focus to help out the blonde prince.

What is happening?

Marga ran in the left direction hall to a straightforward long hall, seeing many item properties to use for her advantage, not caring about throwing near objects behind her back, and property damage.

She hears grunts, crashes, and falling weapons, but she doesn't turn to look and doesn't stop running, while throwing random stuff.

Marga turned right to left until she reached outside to a balcony. She notices the cloudiness sky is accompanied by the round light, she goes close to the railings and looks close down and sees the height is assumingly close to 268 feet high.

She looked back to see the men coming closer to her, with no time to think. She jumped over the white marble railings.

The men looked down to see the woman falling.

"Is she crazy!" one the guards shouted.

"We have to go down there! Now!"

Marga spreads its legs and arms apart, ready to fall into the water.

'Splash'

Marga dived into the water and swam safely to the shore.

Crawls to the shore and lays back, breathing heavily long and stares at the moon.

She exhaled and carefully stood.

"... I still have no clue where I'm at yet, but first, I need to get away from here before they'll find me soon… huh?"

She goes close to the water. With the help of the moonlight, she saw an unknown person on the water.

"What the-"

"Is this me?"