"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."
