Elsa rose from her seat and stepped between the two Princes before Belial could do anything further. "You know the rules of the capital. Any Prince who begins a conflict here will be sanctioned and forced to pay a fine. You will not get off easily!"
Belial burst into laughter, the sound carrying across the restaurant. His black, ant-like features twisted into an ugly grin as he looked down at her.
"I will be happy to pay any sanction after I have killed your pathetic husband." He reached out and ran his hand through Elsa's golden hair, treating her warning as though it were nothing more than an amusing joke. "And then, you will be my bride."
"Swoosh!"
Elsa slapped him across the face.
