3 MONTHS LATER
As I stood in the tiny room of Tyson cabin, the beautiful gown shimmering under the flickering candlelight. The mask, a delicate piece encrusted with jewels, clutched in my hand.
As I ran my fingers over the fabric, memories of my Tyson flooded back. He had left a box and note in the woods where I picked my favorite herbs, the note reminding me of the ball, and the invitation to enter the ballroom, along with the dress and mask.
I shouldn't be doing this. I told myself, but then I took a deep breath, and left the cabin, making the hour walk towards Tyson's father's space.
I felt so uneasy walking onto his land, and a part of me felt like a traitor, although another part was tempted to get close to the King and kill him.
''You there, state your business!'' A man at the
