"Hmm, it does look great."
I mumbled to myself as I observed my reflection in the mirror, adjusting the cap that sat snugly on my head.
My once purple hair had transformed into a pristine white, peeking out from beneath the cap, and a black mask covered the lower half of my face.
A pair of glasses and the overcoat I wore concealed my features.
I nodded in approval, satisfied with the transformation, before turning away from the mirror and sitting on the cozy bed.
Taking out my phone, I glanced at the already dialed number.
"Haah..."
I exhaled deeply before pressing the call button.
The phone rang twice before someone on the other end picked up.
"What is it, Azariah?" A smooth yet sharp voice answered.
"The emperor threatened to kill me," I said, cutting straight to the point. "He told me to either marry one of his daughters from the concubines or die."
