The clacking of their heels against the marble flooring echoed very differently to their reverberation when tapping the dungeon's cold, hard stone tiles. Marble always gave a softer melody.
Much like the Eleazar manor, all intricate decoration ceased upon crossing the underground doors.
"You may address me as madame Zarah when in public," the raspy voice came from the older woman leading the way in front of Arabella.
When in public? What was that supposed to mean?
No. Arabella had an inkling as to what it meant… After all, she did encounter a very similar woman to Zarah in her youth, down to the dress code even; madame Alexandra.
She too wished to be addressed as madame when a third soul stood within earshot.
In private, however, the young woman was to address her as-
