Zeera_Jay

If only one could choose whom they marry, and if only one were not born into a royal family where marriage had to be for political gain. 

This was how Dalia was set to marry a man from a faraway land, a man rumored to be a monster who always wore a mask to cover his ugly face.

Married To The Masked King

"Brat," Verina yelled, pinching her sister's skin as if confirming if she was real or not. "He is a brat, Dalia," she said with a twist in her mouth. How could her sister claim to feel something for him? "The brat has charmed you," she continued, shaking her head in disbelief.

Dalia frowned, adjusting herself on the bed so she could look at Verina well. "He is my husband, and he is not a brat. Don't be a pain, Verina. Trust me, you can only confirm that after knowing him," she tried to talk Verina out of trying to take off his mask when he least expected. If Ditun was not ready to show anyone, then it is best to let it be.

"Dear, dear," Verina placed her hand on her sister's forehead. "You do not believe a word he says, do you? He could be lying, for God's sake, Dalia. How can you trust someone whose face you haven't seen? And the way it seems, he would likely never show you his face."

His Heart