Royal Mask Novels & Stories

Only it’s covered with a golden mask streaked with white vines in his mouth. I gasped as I recognize the mask. I’ve seen that mask before. Think, Colette, think. Is it from one of my dreams? No. Antique shops? No. Art gallery? No. The place – it’s elegant, bright, lively. The man – the mask, the long hair, and a 17th century ball attire. The Grand Royale Hotel! On the day I was fired. When Nico Sticks was named as the new leader of Sticks.

The palace bloomed with light and laughter. Lanterns swayed from gilded arches, perfumed air filled the grand courtyard, and masked nobles twirled beneath a canopy of stars. The Festival of Masks had come on a night where secrets could dance in plain sight. Serina stood at Damien’s side, her gown a cascade of silver silk, her mask fashioned like a crescent moon. Nobles bowed and offered flattery, though their whispers lingered longer than their words.

Light red eyeshadow adorned her eyes, and her lips were painted a deep shade of red, with her hair elegantly pulled into the same French twist. I beamed at her. “Look at us,” I said, admiring ourselves in the mirrors. “Queens of our kinds.” She smiled. “Exactly. Now, let's get you to put this mask on.” She turned around and picked up my mask from the bed. It was light cream with a crown design at the top and flowery details. She helped me pin it to my head and took a step back. “Gorgeous.” I smiled as I picked up her mask, which had the same design as mine but in black. I helped her pin it to her face, and we turned to look into the mirror, releasing a breath. “Are you ready for this?” she a

I watch him walk out of my room on his wheelchair, shutting the door behind him. I look down again and let out a groan, "Okay, maybe I can bear this." I gave a smile to the lady before I enter the bathroom and took my bath. After countless times of trying out the suits, I chose the white suit lined with blue on the collar and wrist. It looks simple and elegant at the same time. Perfect for this night. The three ladies gave me a thumbs-up and nodded before pushing the smallest of them towards me, "Our lord, the ball would be a masquerade. The King ordered us to hand you this..." She provided a white mask behind her back and give it to me.

I “My Swan, let us go to the venue now; I guess they are looking for us already.” Dareon held her hand and guided her until they reached the opulent Ball hall where the Masquerade Ball in celebration of the Wedding Anniversary of the King and Queen of the Kingdom of Gold Valley will be celebrated. The Ball hall was already full of visitors; no one could really recognize the other visitors unless they removed their masks. Even the King and the Queen wore masks. They wore Peacock masks.

After almost a minute, a single leg steps inside, for a moment before the person appear. She stood by the door for a minute, head hell high, as her gaze travel directly to one person. She then started walking directly towards where the royals are sitting down. She majestically walk with grace and power. Her head is held high like a true Queen, looking directly at one person with lips curve to a smile. She wore a simple Ankara gown with a rose gold color Alkaybba which is following her at least 5 meters behind. Five maids by either of her sides follows behind also dressed in a marching attire.

Heaving a sigh, Augustus tried to divert their minds from such a gloomy topic and spoke, "Maybe or maybe not. But she is gone from our life for good and let's focus on other things like mask procession. " "Mask procession? What's that? " Augustus chuckled seeing Ritha's confused expression and explained it to her, "It's an annual celebration where everyone disguise in any form of character from our ancient books or simply anything according to their taste. Royal members get the special priveliage of disguising ourselves into our Gods like Mars, Neptune, etc. " He caressed her cheeks with adoration and Ritha was amazed with this piece of information. She was looking forward to this event but

If found guilty the royalty has all the right to put the life of the offender to an end. Uh-huh that was never in her plans. Never. She just wanted a simple and no drama kind of life but ever since she was born her life has been filled with scandals. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t breathe nor blink. She was terrified to an extent of literally shaking. The bowel in her hands was threatening to fall over if she didn’t stop. Her eyes were fixed on the white substance on the purple cloak of a the royal Prince. Not just any Prince. He was known by many disturbing names.

And when he had about enough, he had the idea of running away again until someone stepped into the situation. "Oh my, you're quite famous around here." This person is dressed with the most expensive white cloth with golden highlights that matches his bright golden hair. And he also had an appearance that is not like any other, he seemed like an angel that was sent from heaven. Not many have this kind of appearance in the whole Empire—there's only one family known that can fit this description, and that is the royal family. "The third Prince is here!" Whispered these women. "G-Greetings your highness!" They all paid respect to the man who stood infront of them. But only one person froze whils

“Father, is there a required style of Heir Mask I am required to wear for the Wedding? I know it’s more of a veil that covers my lower face, just as all the others have. You and stepmother would prefer to know if there's a theme I should be working with. For my meeting with the Royal designer at 1 pm.” His father’s eyes softened at her words, and he called over one of the maids. Sara moved forward, “I think this will be easier to show rather than explain. Please fetch the Royal Heir Masks, one of mine from my time as heir and one of my daughter’s old ones.” The Crown Princess’s Heir mask was more of a veil than a Mask, and the Crown Prince’s covered one side of the face. The maid nodded and