Chapter 142 - Queen of the Centaurs

Cyrus and Aryana strolled through his chambers' dimly lit hallways in the stillness of the night. Long shadows were created against the stone walls by the flicker of a torch Cyrus was holding, and the scene was illuminated by a silvery glow by the soft moonlight that filtered through the little windows. As they made their way farther inside the house, they noticed a remarkable stillness in the air. Glancing over his shoulder, Cyrus extended his hand to Aryana, who accepted it without question. The gesture had a warmth to it that contrasted with the chilly night. They kept walking in quiet, their footsteps resonating softly, until they came to what appeared to be a dead end, a huge, commanding image of a horse with ferocious, wild eyes. “What is this?” Aryana's curiosity led her to tilt her head as she asked, Cyrus smiled, his face mysterious, “It’s not just a painting” he said as he went back, "It’s a door” The portrait was gently pushed aside, exposing a secret door behind i