The carriage pulled up in front of the imperial castle, which loomed large and intimidatingly, looking unsettling even though there were lights twinkling from every angle. In addition to laughter and the voices of the many individuals there, music could be heard echoing throughout the entire castle.
Ophelia's heart began to race, and her palm became sweaty, most likely because she was braiding her hair at the time.
She sighed, pushed her braided hair back, and moved closer to the door, only for it to suddenly open and let her see the incredibly attractive demon standing there, his calculating eyes fixed on her.
He reached out his hand to help her out of the carriage because she was already flawlessly clothed, but she completely disregarded him and went out on her own before donning the golden mask.
