Chapter 10: The Lycan King’s Wrath
People rarely called Edmund by his name—or rather, no one dared to.
They treated his name like some kind of a bad jinx, as if saying it out loud would summon death itself.
Because of those ridiculous superstitions, Primrose had never spoken his name in her first life. But in the end, she still met her demise, even without calling his name.
The truth was, she had always wanted to say his name because she wanted to curse him along with his name, to be exact.
"EDMUND, YOU BASTARD! How the hell could you not reinforce the guards in the Queen's chamber?!"
Primrose kept screaming, her voice ringing through the room as she hurled whatever she could grab at the assassin standing before her.
A vase. A candle holder. A goddamn pillow.
It didn't matter what it was as long as it hit him, she was throwing it.
At this point, the assassin was starting to lose focus because of her relentless screaming.
"Shut up! Just shut up already!"
Like hell she would.