Konig Under Mask Novels & Stories

“I haven’t seen anything or anyone kids, now you 7 need to leave because you aren’t allowed back here." “-The Masked Queen is a brand built by the Slim-Jim agency and from my sources, the image alone costs twenty million dollars, and with L.K being the representative it’s ten million dollars on the twenty million. That’s a lot of money to lose people!” Her loud exclamation can be heard through the speakers so I cover it in panic. “Hearing that you were able to get rights over your brand makes me curious how you did it, Slim-Jim isn’t an agency that would like to lose that much money without putting up a damn hard fight. The world is curious L.K, how the hell did you do it?”

Ronan O’Malley, the king of the North, Cian Doherty, the king of the West, Cillian O’Reilly, king of the East and Daragh, is the king of the south. “What better way to show ya power than wid us at your back?” Ronan says and I smile at him and give him a hug. He chuckles and hugs me back. I hug each of the kings. I have the utmost respect for them, the same as they have for me. “Well, it looks like we have a masquerade ball to get ready for. Did you all bring your masks?” I ask, looking at each of them and they roll their eyes.

These maids are much braver with words than our maids, and I kind of like it, or maybe she wasn't scared of me because she knows that we are enemies with their Kingdom, and I can't report her to her King. "Well, The masked party is a yearly ceremony where the king's party and get entertained by their wives, which they won't recognize because of a disguise with a mask; sometimes we go as far as changing things in the queen's body to make it more complicated for their husbands to recognize, at the end of the party the kings randomly choose a queen to spend the night with… That's just the fun of the party. I love peeping to see what goes on at the party," She said as I stared blankly at her. So

These maids are much braver with words than our maids, and I kind of like it, or maybe she wasn't scared of me because she knows that we are enemies with their Kingdom, and I can't report her to her King. "Well, The masked party is a yearly ceremony where the king's party and get entertained by their wives, which they won't recognize because of a disguise with a mask; sometimes we go as far as changing things in the queen's body to make it more complicated for their husbands to recognize, at the end of the party the kings randomly choose a queen to spend the night with… That's just the fun of the party. I love peeping to see what goes on at the party," She said as I stared blankly at her. So

her eyes went to Alex's father who smiled the most she clenched her fist ‘that means, if I had agreed to marry his son he would hand me over easily’ she thought closing her eyes as a sharp pain wash over her, her head hurts a lot she staggered but maintained her balance. The guests arrived, they were four in number, three men and a lady. The lady and one of the men wore black masks. They looked lethal, the other two wore the same uniform as the king's men. Lucy stared at their mask recalling Helene's words ‘he wore a black mask’ she could hear Helene's voice in her head once more. Her eyes darkened, darting between the king and the man. ‘The king wears a silver mask only, then who did Helene

’ -Signed by King Dominique Hans was stupefied by it. He was smart. King Dominique was indeed a very smart ruler. He purposely wears that mask all the time to hide his real identity. So, if he wants to spy on other kingdoms, he doesn’t have to disguise himself since no one had ever seen his face. No one would know that the one they saw on the street would be the King of Heathern. That’s a very smart move!… Is this how they met with the Princess of Amsterdam?

But I went first to the shower to take a bath. As I stepped out of the shower, I immediately went to bed to look at the newly arrived clothes and mask I would use later at the party. Hermione sent me one of her best creations. It was a black vintage chiffon cocktail dress paired with black four-inch stilettos and a sexy masquerade black peacock feather eye mask. My phone rang, so I temporarily put down the mask I was holding. It was Klaus, and he sent me a message. He said he would be late because he attended a meeting in his office.

“The women here are a bit more open-minded with how they dress so believe me when I say that this is as modest as you can get. Besides, I haven’t even told you the best part.” “Which is?” “This time, it’s a masquerade.” He held up a mask that matched the gloves’ aesthetic. “It’s much more fun and interesting than a ball.” “Fair point.” She put on the mask. “Your crown is missing.” “I’m trying for us to match. Besides, my horns can get in the way sometimes. Shall we get going?” He asked after putting on his mask, which was just a plain black one. “Wait. Your mask is a little crooked.” She helped him fix it. “Now we can go.”

We move to the tables to make our hair and faces match our outfits. Izzy pulls my mask from her drawer, the one rule I always had. My face had to be covered. My family could not find out I was here and they dealt plenty with sleazy men. The masks leaves my mouth open, but covers the top half of my face. "You girls ready?" Thomas asks from the door when he peeks in. "Holy fuck. I don't think I'm ready. You two are delicious."

"Me too," I look in the mirror once more and interlock my arm with his, awaiting one. I breathe in and out as we leave the bedroom. Concetta is a step behind us, in her a blue gown that matches her mask. I already hear chatter and clinking of glasses, and soft piano music fills the room. I see my father waiting for us at the end of the hallway. He's in a black suit and wearing a black lion mask. I roll my eyes. The king of the jungle? Is it really?