23.| Soon You'll Take Her Place
Yuè rushed into the hall, eyes widening at the scene transpiring before him. There was a woman, a maid based on the uniform she wore, on the floor with food scattered all around her. There was a broken platter next to her and shattered glass from the goblet that rolled away, the remnants of its contents streaking across the polished floor.
Lord Peyton stood over her fuming, his hand still raised from where he no doubt had stuck the woman across the face, if the red handprints that decorated the woman's cheek was anything to go by. Her sobs echoed throughout the hall, various other members of staff clearly watching, but making no move to help her.
Yuè's couldn't stand by and allow this however. He moved forward, mindful of the broken glass, and placed a cautious hand on Peyton's raised one.
He lowered it gently. "My Lord, please do not work yourself up." He said softly.