She apologizes, but the Noble doesn’t take it

“Ah I’m so sorry!” Sally lowers her head as she apologizes to the man in front of her. “I didn’t mean to break your bottle, I wasn’t looking as—“

“Break the bottle?” He cuts her off as she feels another chill down her spine. “Is that what you believe you need to apologize for?”

“Well…” she looks down at the shards of glass, the label present was one she had seen countless times before, being one of the more prized display items in the wine shop. It’s cost was something she considered far outside what she could buy. “Is it not?”

The man just shakes his head as he scoffs, the look he gave her was quite different from the others. It was neither warm like her family’s nor was it one of those lust filled gazes. It was sheer disdain and a cold anger, almost like a leopard that wanted to devour her whole and not even leave the bones remaining.

“It’s not the wine. Something like that doesn’t even take an inch from my coffers. If it was just the bottle, I wouldn’t even bother speaking to you.” He raises his hand up to brush aside his hair, in doing so, revealing a set of blood red eyes.

A frightening aura seems to rise from the back of the man in front of her, Sally can’t help but tremble as she feels herself like a small mouse underneath that pressure.

“But you hit MY maid, not only that, but you even have the audacity to believe that a mere wine bottle is worth more than her.” His foot stomps forwards, breaking the shard of glass as Sally panics inwardly.

Sally takes a step back, but her foot catches one of the glass shards as she slips on the spilled wine. She can only stare in horror as the man approaches her. “B-but she’s fine wasn’t she? After all—“

“Oh so your insolence is fine because you were too weak to actually do any damage.” He raises his cane, which Sally can only weakly raise a hand to try and block, but the impact she expects doesn’t come.

When she opens her eyes, all she sees is a crack and the board being broken besides her. She feels a trickle of liquid between her legs, at first she thought it was the wine…but the pungent smell that accompanied it told her otherwise.

“What a mess.” That voice brushed her ears as she trembled.