새벽을 깨우듯 비가 내려 : @numberxix

    “You’re right, I don’t.” He had no filter. The crown prince looked at her, or at least at the mask that covered her face, and showed her a small smirk obviously proud of his remark. Part of his face was also covered by a black and golden mask, but since he didn’t enjoy this kind of social events the rest of him was pretty regular; nothing fancy tho. “But since this is a masquerade ball, I don’t have to look at yours or at anyone’s face. And that is the only thing I can find useful in this place.”

    His dad probably did it on purpose, so he had no other chance than to talk with people, get to know them and perhaps know someone with an available womb and a free fourth finger too. Oh, the joys of being the only male heir. “Why are you here and not dancing? Hasn’t anyone asked you to join them?”

           ⊰ ✿ ⊱  — ❛ i guess that it’s lucky for both of us then no ?  ❜  a storm surging below porcelain skin. :  time’s estuary as serenity evokes the peace made up of delicate dresses and a facade to many royals tuned into adoring so intently. ichor seeps from her pores like gold, her movements sing softly ; sweetness coiled around a elegant figure  —— it’s hard for her to breathe. A harrowing prospect of dignity left despaired. Distaste for such events laid bitter on her tongue, almost as though the elegance of wearing her mask hid nothing for all the eye could see.  ❛  ——  and yet you speak such kind words.  ❜ words are blank to her ears :  insouciance seeping through a glamour made of pearls. 

         Almost like an oath she’d shed, to make her farther proud. A cold dissonance faded into  indistinct murmurs. Instead intelligence was brewed for a heir that was she ; and goodness was only allowed to come from her in front of his eyes.  ❛ not dancing ?  ❜ a smile tugs at the flesh of her lips,  diaphanous pride seeped in pigmentation.  ❛ I much prefer to keep my feet safely in this one place. ——  some have seeked for a chance, sadly, their hopes were shattered for a dance. ❜