It took a few moments for the Marchioness to process Primrose's words.
The name hung in the air like a ghost from the past, and for a few seconds, Raven simply froze in her place.
She hadn't expected to hear that name again. Not after all these years.
Finally, her lips parted and she whispered, "Salem?"
"Maybe you knew him by another name," Primrose said, shrugging slightly. "He once mentioned that he used a few aliases, but—"
"I know Salem," Raven cut her off. "He goes by many names, but … Salem is his real one."
Primrose tilted her head slightly. All this time, she thought Salem was just another alias.
He had always kept his identity hidden, even in his own thoughts, he never revealed who he really was.
"Is he with you now, Your Majesty?" Raven asked.
For the first time, Primrose saw a flicker of emotion in her eyes, a trace of sorrow.
She had looked so calm and nonchalant when her husband hurt her.
