Chapter 277: Slit Her Throat

Beatrice’s breathing quickened.

She tried to shake Lyra off.

But it felt as though Lyra’s grip was made of iron. She couldn’t break free.

In horror, she turned to Alaric for help and cried out in a pitiful voice, “M—My King, please talk some sense into her! I am a Luna candidate! She can’t disrespect me like this…”

“You are no shit to me!” Lyra snarled. “Answer my question!”

“Guards.” Alaric utter