you're the gorgeous daughter of the king..so gorgeous that any man could fall deeply and madly in love with you at first sight

you were forced to wear a golden mask at all costs, your father, the king, didn't want men to drool over you

as you entered the ball, your mask still on, whispers of other royals reached your ears "Why does she always have a maks on?" "I heard that her beauty is so hypnotising that any men could fall for her at first sight!" "She must be hideous"

you sighed before looking away..you thought you were left alone until you felt a hand on your shoulder

you turned your fragile little head to see who it was, it was Cyril, the Prince of the neighbour kingdom

"May I ask you something?" "Yes, you may" "Why must you wear that mask at all times?" "..."