The first rays of sunlight reached my room, but I was no longer there. The marquis had sent for me directly to his bedroom.
I didn't exchange glances with anyone in the hallway and walked forward with steady steps, ignoring everything around me.
I didn't care about last night's disaster in the slightest, but it was clear that the servants didn't feel the same way.
From the moment I left my bedroom, the mansion was enveloped in a different atmosphere: the corridors, normally silent, were filled with muffled murmurs and footsteps moving from one side to the other.
As I turned into one of the main corridors, I heard the sound of distant voices, whispers that died down every time someone noticed my presence.
You didn't need perfect pitch to guess what they were talking about.
After all, rumours in this house always spread faster than candlelight.
—Haah… —I exhaled softly, letting my breath vanish into the cold air of the corridors.
