For a high-born noble daughter of a Marquisate to wield a heavy broadsword and casually drop a violent curse was absolutely unthinkable.
Heena didn't care. She turned her fierce glare toward the stunned servants. "You heard the guard! I am giving you all exactly twenty minutes. In those twenty minutes, every single groom's room—with absolutely no exceptions—is to be cleaned out! Strip them down and put the estate's property back in the treasury where it belongs!"
The servants frantically bowed their heads and practically sprinted to begin their work, terrified that the unhinged heiress might swing the sword at them next.
Heena turned her attention back to the Fourth Groom, who was now staring at the blade pointed at him, his arrogant glare slowly giving way to confusion.
"And you," Heena ordered coldly. "You are going to pay for all the massive disturbances and damages you have caused."
The Fourth Groom frowned, genuinely lost. "Disturbances? What damages are you talking about?"
