"So, what it will be, Princess?" Duke Frelie seemed to gain his confidence again. "Your people or your lover?"
Lyria shook her head. Her mouth muttering gibberish words.
This can't be happening...
"M– my people are outside... you can't kill them among Voltarians. It'll just degrade your public image–"
Suddenly a black shadow shot up from the floor and circled Lyria's neck. It constricted her airway to the point Lyria could not breathe. The grip tightened and Lyria saw stars.
She saw Arkan tried to shake the ropes holding him down. But the knights shot more arrows at his body. They all pulled him down to the floor again.
"Lyria!"
When her vision darkened, the shadow disappeared. She took large gulps of air and coughed. "Yes, I can, Princess. My shadows are stealthy and deadly."
