"What do you—" before the prince could finish his words, he spotted a shiny object from Amoni. His eyes widened before he grabbed his sister and pulled her towards his embrace.
"AHHHHHHH!" Amoni's voice felt like a clap of thunder in his ears. Lyssander opened his eyes and immediately saw Amoni on the ground, a dagger not far away from him.
"You— What—"
"He is here to kill you," the woman said as she started checking Amoni's body.
"Are you alright?" Lyssander asked his sister.
"Y— Yes but Amoni is—"
"Dead," the woman answered. "We should find a place to stay, His Grace will handle that demonic beast."
"I need to be there—"
"Are you stupid?" the woman asked. "You have no guards, your aid is dead and you have your sister with you. Do you think you can fight off a beast with that sword of yours?"
"I—"
"Do not speak like that to my brother! He is the future King of—"
"Then stay here." The woman spoke casually. Without saying anything else, she turned her back on them.
