As she backed away, she accidentally bumped into the table behind her which was full of wine glasses, causing them to shatter on the floor, and spill the pale yellow liquid.
Emily, already tipsy, had been swaying unsteadily on her feet. With this shove, she fell to the ground.
Her hand throbbed with pain, bright red blood gushing unceasingly from her fair skin. However, she didn't feel the pain because, in her heart, she was hurting even more.
At the sound of the wine glasses shattering, the people in the grand hall gathered around, unable to discern what had happened.
The ghastly sight of the red liquid made Baron Stuart's heart clench.
Walking over, he scooped Emily up from the ground. At this time, she struggled to get off him, ignoring the wound on her hand.
Baron Stuart felt both pain and anger, never having been so enraged before, and roared!
"Don't you dare move again!"