Chapter 182 - Maintaining Order

With Cyrus at her side, Aryana ascended the opulent staircase, their footsteps resonating through the Silver Talon estate's marble halls. They had just learned that another horse had been cruelly killed and that its body had been discovered close to the grounds' edge. In the last month, there have been three instances of this kind, all of which have deliberately damaged the estate's reputation. Aryana's face was a mask of icy resolve, and Cyrus's jaw was clenched in rage. The Moonveiled Claw sisters were waiting at the bottom of the steps, their expressions a mix of seriousness and determination. Tension hung in the air as Bozorg waited with them, accompanied by the estate guards and a few staff. Cyrus spoke to Bozorg, taking a moment to assess the gravity of the situation, "The horse?" Bozorg lowered his head, “Buried in our grounds, my lord” he said softly, “Like the others” he spoke with a tiredness that befitted the constant stress that pervaded the estate. Aryana tu