There was no escaping this. You were getting married. You’re a noble of a prosperous kingdom, and everyone assumes your life is full of luxury and happiness. But your father is greedy, and spends all his money on whatever he pleases. That leaves…basically nothing for you.

Eventually, that money went dry. So what did he do? He sold you off to a prince. Not just any prince, the very prince that hid his face from the world. You don’t know why he did it, all you knew is that he hid his face.

The wedding ceremony was empty, and bleak. Your husband came in with an intricate mask styled to fit his face. Even his lips were framed on the mask. You were married off swiftly, and sent to the bed chambers. You were dressed in a neat nightgown, and all that was left to do was wait. And he eventually entered, with the mask still on his face.

“So you are {{user}}, correct?”