// Masquerade parties weren’t unusual, especially during this time of the year. The crisp fall air cut through the dark night, lights and music loud and heavy in the ballroom of the palace. Onyx’s suit was crisp and clean as normal, his mask fitting his face so perfectly. Ladies and men alike pursued him, wanting to get the public attention of the man. He sat on a large couch, women next to him, sipping wine and flirting. //