Heinrich Bramwell did not go quietly.
As Derrick's heavy-set house guards dragged him down the carpeted grand staircase of the theater, the disgraced noble kicked his legs wildly, blood, tears, and snot smearing all over his face. The theater main hall was still packed with high-society aristocrats leaving the afternoon show, and every single eye in the foyer locked onto the pathetic, screaming mess being hauled out into the daylight.
"Let go of me, you dogs!" Heinrich shrieked, his voice echoing loudly against the high marble arches. "Cherion is a monster! A viper! He ruined my family! He stole our fortune! Look at him! Look at what he did to my face!"
