Royal Mask Novels & Stories

After he left, Selena gathered her things and prepared to make her way to the harem. "Prince Nathaniel is truly devoted to you, my lady. But I cannot understand. He is handsome enough, so why does he always wear a mask?" Sally whispered anxiously. It was well known that Wilfred would never entrust the kingdom to a son with a defect. Whether lame or disfigured, it would tarnish Aurensia's image. The Obsidian Monarch always wore a mask, leaving many to assume his appearance was ruined. Wasn't that detrimental to his own progress?

“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?”

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.

Their rich oil deposits and rare Earth minerals had probably had something to do with England’s acquiescence. She held her breath as the prince came into sight, battling the latest surge of nerves. Her first sight of him wasn’t the professional evaluation it should be. Instead, she noticed his lean, toned physique displayed by the tight white tank top he wore. It wasn’t what she would’ve expected from a Prince, but she couldn’t argue that it certainly highlighted how muscular his arms were—which reminded her that she was there to work, not ogle the Prince.

“Master wants you to wear this dress with this mask. I would have to agree with Master. Master picked the perfect dress for your skin tone and shape. Master will be here shortly, so we better get you dressed.” I slipped into the dress and felt like a little more expensive than a two-dollar hooker. What was the prince thinking when he picked out this dress!!! It was a dark forest green silk satin dress with a “V” neck and sleeveless sweep top with a long train and two slits that reached up to my hip bones exposing my thighs. The pleading around the waist accentuated my breasts and curves. The back of the dress was high, so my tattoo was covered, but it curved around my ass which meant, NO PAN

Ella didn’t have a regular hairdresser just finding someone in London or a nearby town. The spray was removed from Ella’s hair, leaving behind a gorgeous light golden blonde colour. Her hair, styled in a renaissance fashion, was elegantly tamed with waves flowing down to her waist and pinned back at the sides. She couldn’t help but run her fingers through her long, cascading curls, marveling at how they framed her face so elegantly. Ella never showed her hair in its natural state. No one in town had ever seen it. Em had been utterly amazed. The fabric used for Ella’s mask perfectly complemented her dress, showcasing beautiful shades of green, blue, and purple. Not a single feather adorned it

I addressed the imposter, a layer of disdain barely hidden beneath my words, "From now on, may I call you Rina? I hope you don’t mind, as I wanted something to call you something exclusive for the both of us. " She nodded, her lips curved into a coy smile. “Of course, my Lord. I’ll be honored.” With careful hands, I offered her a mask, an embodiment of her lies. “What is this, my Lord?” she queried. "From now on, you will wear this mask until our wedding day," I explained softly. My eyes locked onto hers, a silent promise in the air. “No one in Blood Rose should see your face except me and Ashford. I am doing this to protect you from our enemies. Do you understand that?”

Even with the mask I could see how gorgeous she was. The mask she chose to pair with her dress was a Luna full face mask. The mask had a white & gold base dripping with Swarovski Crystals which has been delicately decorated with a gold & white swirling glitter design. She was decked in gold from head to toe and it suited her, she seemed so regal. On her feet she wore a high heel, Red with gold straps, Roman gladiator evening Stilettos.

“I cannot be parted from her. I think my curse only stops when I hold her. And I have some bad news – my mask seemed broken, so I cannot risk putting being away from her until we can find a way to repair it.” Khailis’ spirits became filled with worry. The broken mask was indeed a tough predicament. The mask was especially commissioned by the late king from the Great Oliander, the most skilful mage of all time. It was the only thing in the world that they know of to have effectively stopped the prince’s curse. However, the great mage had died years ago, and he left no apprentice as everyone with special powers (including mages, if they resisted) were put to death by the present king, Prince L