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

"No," Dalia held her sister's wrist as she came up behind her, trying to keep her head in place. "Sit, Verina. Have your hair styled as well," she suppressed her laughter upon seeing the scowl on Verina's face.

Today, on the day of the festival, Dalia and Verina were almost ready to start their journey into the heart of the kingdom where the festivities were likely to begin. As usual, Verina was about to style her hair, but her sister had completely forgotten that she too was tagging along. If she stayed to have her hair done here, she wouldn't have enough time to get dressed.

Their hair fell over their shoulders in thick locks, coiled and dangling like bobs. Verina regarded her sister with a long look through the mirror, shaking her head as if in disbelief at whatever was running through Dalia's mind. "I am going to dress you up, especially taking care of your hair."

Festival