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He looked at the pool of glittering starlight and let out a heavy breath. The moon was out staring at him. Heather handed over a strange mask to him.
"Seriously Heather?" Azriel asked looking at the black and white mask in his hands. The mask earlier was black. Why did she change it?
"The guard gave us the same mask" Heather explained. She turned to the Sigurd and asked "Did you not notice that everyone's mask is black?" he nodded and she continued "That's why I bought a new mask for my brother. The princess and the king will notice you very quickly."
"Nice one, beautiful sister" Azriel commended her. He put on the mask and asked if he look handsome.
"You look wonderful" They chorused.
The hall was beautifully decorated. The air smells of royalty. Soft murmurs filled the hall as he walked in. His eyes darted back and forth.
It was going to be the best night for the princess…but the worst for him. He was no lover of parties. He never threw one before.
