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The Mansion was bustling with a vivacious crowd. Expensive cars drove in, shimmery dresses sparkled under the moon which shone brightly as ever. The vibrant lighting in the Grand Hall uplifted the moods and the soft music playing added the energy to it.

Amongst the affluent crowd with their bold ambience, I felt like a weak prey that could be easily hunted and killed. The scent of my fear was stronger than their expensive colognes.

I hadn’t joined them yet. I was only observing them from upstairs behind the curtain dressed in a white ball dress. It was see through from my stomach and was backless designed in a way it seemed as if made from ice crystals. The fall of the dress had tailored pearls giving it a light ice blue tint.

I could easily be mistaken for a runaway bride…or a bride trying to run away. But I was not a bride today. I was the Kings mate, the supposed Queen. It sounded funnier today than any other normal day. Perhaps because I was going to be declared and if it comes