It was a little later in the morning that Zarah came with the task of dragging Arabella out in mind.
She was made to crawl behind the hag who quickened her pace while tugging at the leash, causing the young woman to scrape her hands and knees against the floor.
The fact that the flooring was cold, solid and smooth did not help much considering the already high sensitivity of her skin.
"I do not know what he finds in a filthy whore such as you, but I suppose you were trained well," she spat without ever turning around, "His highness holds a lot of respect for General Atticus, so be sure to please him and know that if he is ever to express the slightest displeasure with your service… There will be hell for you to pay. Understood, whore?"
At the very least, she said nothing about the early morning incident with Ada and Luiza. Although the way no more questions were asked did leave the young woman's stomach a little perched in the air.
"Yes, mistress," Arabella squeaked.
