Chapter 97: Vile Rumors
"Greetings, Your Majesty." The Marchioness of Moonshadow offered a graceful curtsy to the Queen of Noctvaris. As she lowered her head, strands of her ebony-black hair fell forward, framing her pale face.
Primrose knew her as the noblewoman who murdered the Marquess. But long before that crime, Raven was already known for her eccentric and strange personality.
She always wore dark colors, whether it was her dress or accessories.
Sometimes she chose deep shades of gray, but most of the time, she wore black, as if cursing herself to live like a widow long before she ever became one.
"Lady Raven." A sweet smile bloomed on Primrose’s lips. "It’s such a pleasure to finally meet you."
Raven lifted her gaze. Her cold, dark gray eyes locked onto Primrose’s, sending a faint shiver down the queen’s spine.
"I should be the one saying that." The Marchioness’s voice was cool and emotionless, but it didn’t frighten Primrose. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Your Majesty."
People used to call her the embodiment of evil, a woman sent from hell to wreak havoc on the world.
Even before the scandal of her husband’s death, Raven Fenmarch had already become the center of endless rumors.
They said she bought slaves—humans and beastkin alike—from both legal and illegal markets.
There were whispers that she used them for dark experiments, trying to create an elixir of youth.