Music Recommendation: Postcards - Alexandre Desplat
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Not just an Elite, but a man as a roommate.
"Lady Blake... a man and a woman cannot share a room," Ruelle frowned, her voice faltering at the scandalous implication. "That—that is improper. It's—"
"Scandalous?" Blake finished for her, raising an eyebrow as though the very idea amused her. "In your society, yes. But Sexton isn't exactly bound by such rules. There have been exceptions for those with special arrangements, especially when they are requested by an Elite."
Ruelle's face flushed with heat as her friend shifted uncomfortably beside her.
Her mind spun with thoughts of societal rules, of decency, and reputations that were so carefully built, yet could so easily crumble. In her world, unmarried men and women did not share living quarters. Ever. If word got out, it wouldn't just be her reputation on the line—it could ruin everything.
