You Are My String Of Fate

1.4 || Lips As Red As Blood... .

The space between her eyebrows was tightly drawn together as she looked at the glistening cloak in front of her. It made the snowflake-like mark on her forehead become distorted.

After hearing her sighing for the tenth time, Black Mirror could not hold his silence any longer,

"Whatever might be troubling you, o' my dearly enchanting Frost?"

Frost groaned and immediately snapped, "If you're going to help me, speak normally first!"

"Fine!" Black immediately conceded. It was not a regular occurrence that this Mistress of his was feeling benevolent and did not cover his body with that hideous grey cloth after all... . "You have been looking at that cloak for over three hours now. What's wrong?"

Frost sighed. She could not ask her maids to help her with her predicament after all. The workers in this castle-like manor were all under Duke White's payroll. She was just a prisoner that had a Duchess status. Whatever she decided to do, if she did not take proper precaution, the maids would definitely report her actions to the Duke.

"This cloak... . I received it from the Duke to be worn during Snow White's debutante ball. Although it's ugly, it's the only attire I have that can cover my whole body from head to toe. But a lot of people have seen me wearing it at the ball...," Frost said. There was another scene flashing in her memory of a certain young man who had seen her wearing the cloak as well, one who she had thrown her shoe at. But that was unimportant.

"I need to go out in disguise and I don't have any other proper clothing to hide this gorgeousness," Frost gestured towards her face and her ample bosom and hips.

Black Mirror, "...... ." There were probably a lot of things coursing through Black's glassy mind, but he decided to be the good confidante and helper, "If that's the case, would you trust me to help you out?"

Frost White immediately held Black Mirror's frame with both of her hands. "What? Can you definitely help me?"

Black's dark surface immediately trembled. "Yes, Yes! I can help you. First let me go! Being too close to you is not good for my fragile glass heart!"

Frost docilely let go of her grip and held the diamond-studded cloak in her fist, extending it towards the Black Mirror upon its request. It only took a split second for her to blink, and the cloak was immediately swallowed into Black's surface.

There was a gurgling sound that reminded Frost of an industrial washing machine. It lasted for about five breaths, then before Frost could voice out her curiosity, two items were suddenly spit out of the mirror's surface.

Two cloaks hovered in front of Frost White, each on Black's side. Black proudly coughed, "Uhmm! Good Lady, which one is your lost cloak? This black cloak?"

The cloak to its left swayed lightly as if someone was swinging it side to side. It was a tattered cloak that reminded Frost of a grim reaper's outfit. Even the hooded part showed strands of ragged fabric.

Then the cloak to Black Mirror's right started swaying. "Or this beautiful angels-spun cloak that was made with the Unicorn King's mane?" Its voice was slightly higher-pitched as if he was expecting Frost to praise it.

Frost White had enough of Black's antics. Why would she care if the beautiful cloak was made of some unicorn's mane or Galadriel's hair herself? Even if it was made of Gandalf The White's beard, it would not be suitable for her mission. She immediately grabbed onto the reaper's cloak. "I'll take this one. Thanks!"

"Because of your honesty, my dear Frost, you are also the rightful owner of this beautiful cloak -... ." Black Mirror soon realized that he had once again been left alone inside the room. Frost White had left it as soon as she had the tattered cloak in her hands.