My Favorite Prince's

Ambushes

PRANGS!!!

The sound of shattering sounded, rowdy, various glassware that adorned a magnificent and luxurious room sounded mutually speechless disturbing the ears of anyone who heard it.

A young girl who came from the nobility seemed to have lost control. It happened because the whole plan failed miserably, making the girl continuously vent her anger by slamming the object and then breaking it. The girl's bad attitude no doubt made her servant injured by broken pieces of a vase made of porcelain.

"Damn it, fucking woman!" the pekik keeps cursing.

Meanwhile outside his room, the figure of his father had just come with a face that was no less showing wrath, making the guts of his servants instantly shrivel when they cross paths with him.

"Where's Isabella?" he asked a servant of his daughter in a slightly snapping voice. The tail of her eyes glanced towards the servant lady's arm that had a torn wound quite seriously.

"Sorry, Sir. N-n-nona went berserk inside her room, none of us dared to stop her," she replied nervously.

"Better you guys don't go near him first, tell the waiter everything. Better, you treat your wound right away!" exclaimed Marquess Nore and immediately resumed her steps towards the princess's room located at the end of the second floor hallway.

The sound of chaos was even heard when he had just stepped on the last step of the second floor, it made Marquess Nore even more angry and accelerated his footsteps.

BRAK!.

PRANGS!

"Crazy bastard! I told you not to bother me, are you deaf or stupid?" Isabella threw her perfume accompanied by a rude matter, shortly after the door of her room opened wide. The girl thought that her servants again and again tried to calm her heart, but all was not as she had expected. Isabella was silent when she found her father entering with his sour face.

Isabella lowered her head to grab the scroll and read it. A warrant marked with the imperial insignia, with a stamp affixed by the Crown Prince.

Isabella's eyes were wide open, her hands trembling as she read the contents written in them.

While Marquess Nore could do nothing more, she admitted that her daughter's behavior had crossed the line.

"What have you done, Isabella? Without thinking long you've done something fatal?" marquess Nore asked the princess she loved so much.

"A-I ...," replied Isabella nervously.

"Dad can't help you, this attitude of yours has gone too far. You really want to inflict disgrace on the surname that I've been guarding for decades."

The footsteps of several people sounded in unison, the longer it got closer making Isabella's wrathful feelings instantly turn to fear and panic.

"Marquess Nore, time's up. We must bring the Lady as quickly as possible to face the Crown Prince" said an imperial envoy accompanied by three knights.

"Dad! I don't want to! I don't want to go to jail, please help me! I don't want to go to jail! I don't want to!"

Isabella clasped her feet, the girl cried hysterically and kept pleading for help from Marquess Nore. The two knights forcibly pulled Isabella who continued to rebel, while Marquess Nore could only be silent while holding back her feelings.

Which parent is not sad to see his favorite child get distress. However, Marquess Nore realized that it happened because of the behavior of the princess who was desperate and almost made the Great Guest lose his life.