Royal Mask Novels & Stories

Inside, the space resembled a luxurious boutique with plush velvet seating, elegant vanities, and an entire wall dedicated to masks of every description… from simple silk dominos to elaborate feathered creations worthy of a Venetian carnival. "Select whatever speaks to you," Madam V said, gesturing to the display. "For your first visit, I recommend something that feels comfortable while still providing adequate coverage, it will make you feel more comfortable… safe." Honey approached the wall, her fingers skimming over the various options. She was drawn to a deep emerald mask adorned with delicate copper filigree that matched her dress perfectly. The mask covered from her forehead to just ab

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.

Leading the road was a column of mounted knights, their armour shining in the early morning light, their flags displaying the emblem of Panoma, an imposing lion rampant on an azure field, cracking crisply in the breeze. The courtiers and nobility who accompanied the knights were dressed in colourful silk and brocade tapestries that resembled lively sails. Musicians accompanied the procession, their melodies weaving through the air, setting hearts aflutter with anticipation. And then, at the heart of it all, rode the Prince himself, a figure of regal bearing atop a magnificent steed, his cloak billowing behind him like a river of crimson. He seemed alluring, even though he was wearing a mask.

Each attendee is directed to select a mask from the counters, setting the stage for an evening of mystery and style. Emma, in harmony with her dress, opts for a captivating red mask adorned with a long black feather cascading down its left side. The mask, veiling almost her entire face, adds an intriguing aura, yet her distinctive emerald eyes remain an unmistakable identifier for those attempting to distinguish her amidst the masked crowd.

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.