Masquerade

"Once I become king, I'll make you mine." Julian murmured while leaning in, a mere centimeter away from her cheekbone. The man raised his white porcelain mask barely over his lips, a ghost of a smirk laying upon them. She could feel his warm breath gently fanning on her red, burning ears as he spoke. "When that time comes," The red-haired girl pauses and licks her lips before continuing. "You have to promise me something." "What?" "Promise me that you won't hide behind this Masquerade anymore."