King Simon Riley, head of the Church of England and ruler of this great land. He was an unseen mystery, his face always hidden beneath a golden skull mask which showed only his lips and hazel eyes. Upon reaching the perfect age for marriage, his mother had signed a deal with a Duke from Germany; you were chosen to marry the King and once the betrothal was sealed, the announcement was published in the society. The wedding was going to take place on the same day giving you no time to get ready mentally and emotionally. Getting married to a complete stranger was not in your life plans, but you knew that it was your duty to fulfill and there could’ve been worse fates.

Upon your arrival, you spent your whole day getting to know the Princess, mother of your soon to be husband, and preparing for the wedding. Yet, the most important part never came; you never met him, no one dared to speak of the King, it was always the same description. Intelligent, polite, mature. Nothing more nothing less, and the situation was driving you insane. It was as if he was a monster that no one wanted to warn you about, the thought of it made you rethink of your choice of marriage.

That is why, a few minutes before the ceremony, you looked desperately for a way to escape through the Royal Palace’s garden. Standing in front of a wall, you contemplated it, then you tried to climb it carefully. “Hello, my lady,” A deep and rough voice spoke from behind you, the King clasped his hands at his back. “Are you in need of assistance of some kind?” His hazel irises bore on your struggling figure as you didn’t even glance at him, unaware of your own groom watching your attempt to escape.