The night was serene, stars flickering across the sky with mixed lights.
In this beauty, the sound of loud melodies and pleasant conversations spread across the Noble District.
The gala hall gleamed and stunk with the smell of wealth without apology.
Crystal chandeliers scattered a soft glow from high above.
The marble floors were cleanly polished to a mirror-like finish.
They reflected the many pretty evening dresses and tailored suits of the city's nobles.
Laughter resonated with the distant clink of glasses.
The soft hum of the orchestra brought with it a pleasant emotion.
Before the door could open, many eyes already turned its way.
Through it walked an older, but astonishingly elegant woman with soft curly hair just below her shoulders.
The Madam's eyes were of a curious color.
It was a mix of deep blue and wine-red, blending in the middle to create dark indigo color.
She wore a dark, tightly-fitted gown with obvious cut down the middle for easy movement.
The dress was mostly cold black with feathered motif and many layers of light fabric.
It greatly complimented the woman's curves.
On her left, a towering man with broad shoulders walked like a guard.
He had smooth white hair tied neatly to the back of his head.
His usual black cape, which used to cover his entire body, was replaced by a formal suit.
He had a pale complexion with hazed but overwhelmingly sharp eyes.
On the woman's right moved a no less imposing man.
His usually messy dark-brown hair was combed back, highlighting his sharp features.
The man's eyes were a shade of a very light blue, almost white.
He wore a clothing very similar to the larger man.
Just then, the herald's voice rang out.
"The Marquise, Madam Jenefer Petrison."
Rich and Dever exchanged glances as they guided Madam Petrison down the stairs.
They could both hear the quiet, but obvious whispers.
Madam Petrison heard the same, but she descended the stairs with an unhurried grace.
Her smile was faint, but precise.
This, too, might've been the reason behind the obvious murmurs.
"She's still bringing both of them?"
A woman in an emerald gown whispered to her companion.
"Rich and Dever? Of course. They're more than bodyguards, you know. They're... well, you've heard the stories."
Her friend in a rosy-red dress replied, a sly smile sneaking up on her lips.
"I've heard plenty of stories, but which ones are true?"
The woman in an emerald dress spoke with a soft laugh.
They seemed unbothered, but they both secretly eyed the Marquise.
Madam Petrison walked past them, for a moment it even seemed as if she was oblivious to their exchange.
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