Salem smiled at Primrose, but it wasn't a happy smile. If anything, it was more of a bitter smile, one shown by someone who could not express the sadness and pain buried deep in their heart.
[I suppose you already know, Your Majesty,] Salem spoke in his mind. [I've left you many hints before. Someone like you would notice them.]
It could be said that Salem had never told Primrose plainly about his past. However, from time to time, he would drop small hints here and there, and she could also hear some questionable thoughts in his mind.
So, in short—yes, Primrose could guess why Salem knew so much about this kind of information.
He had been one of their victims.
She didn't know exactly what he had gone through back then. But after seeing the filthy records left behind by the Marquess of Moonshadow, she knew it must have been horrible. Horrible enough to make him hide his beautiful face behind bright colors and strange clothes.
