Lucian's Undoing
“Masks, outfits, magical protections. And maybe a crash course in not pissing off royalty.”
Elias sighed, already dreading what that meant.
Dorian smirked, eyes glinting. “Oh, you’re going to look stunning in red.”
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The preparation room looked more like a royal dressing chamber than anything else. Velvet-covered mannequins displayed tailored suits and robes enchanted with subtle shimmering runes. Masks floated mid-air, choosing their preferred wearer, glowing faintly as they reacted to each person’s aura.
“I don’t even know what half of this is,” Elias muttered, eyeing a sleek black mask adorned with obsidian feathers.
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