Early that morning, a messenger from the Marquess' residence arrived at the inn in a frantic rush.
He looked completely pale, almost like he'd seen a ghost, and began shouting from the gate, calling for Raven over and over again.
"Milady! Milady! Please… you need to come home now!" he cried, almost out of breath. "Something's wrong with Lord Thalen! He … he … oh god, please! You have to see him right now!"
Primrose was standing on the balcony, her head resting tiredly in her palm.
She glanced to the front gate, watching as Raven immediately rushed out of the inn.
[Finally,] Raven thought to herself, [that bastard is dead.]
[I must not smile. I have to cry loudly when I see his body.]
Primrose was sure Raven was doing everything she could not to grin right then and there.
Behind her, Salem followed quietly, staying close as they walked toward the gate.
