He stood in his dressing room long enough to witness the sunrise. Early golden light poured through the windows, casting a soft radiance upon his skin. He had already shed his heavy clothes and changed into something cleaner. From head to foot, he had been styled in accordance with the kingdom’s culture. He wore varying shades of blue, a color available only to the royal family. A knock on the door was the only sound to break the peaceful silence, and in came a young man. It was his personal aide, known to be tactful. He was called Victor Riggs.
“Forgive me, Your Highness. I was not able to hide your expedition from last night, the knights noticed your absence.” Victor bowed, and because of this, he caught sight of a white mask on the floor of the dressing room along with a thick hood.
