Description---

&&&

There was a kingdom, full of despair.
A war with every problem, no one was spared. But a new society was in creation, much to their surprise.
And this kingdom, on the bottom, soon came to rise.
The ever known Kingdom of Masks.

&&&

There once was a kingdom, the king and queen were frauds, liars, and tyrants. They waged war with anyone and everyone. They were merciless and full of bloodlust. Monsters indeed.

The subjects rose, and in their fight, overthrew the king and queen, and had their heads. When the leader of the Resistance became the king, he made a new society.

He was a genius. A little stupid at that. He made a new rule, that changed our lives. He gave us all a mask to wear. Our faces not to be seen, never to show.

Our mask was our everything. Showing our status. It became our identify, our life. It shows our real self, and our family. It shows the one underneath.

There are many who dislike his rule. Many want freedom, but what is that?

A rumor spread, a perfect doppelgänger. They said that he could steal masks and act like that person he stole from. But stolen masks come with stolen identities. It also comes with a price.

(Name), who turns out to be the daughter of the third richest man of the kingdom, is targeted by this doppelgänger.

Your life is in danger, and so is your inheritance.

I'm sorry, that description doesn't make sense. T–T don't hate me please.

---Prologue Start!!---

You felt your mask (see above picture) the smooth, cold swirls gave you chills down your  back. You diverted your attention to somewhere else as your father read a parchment ridiculed with information.

"(Name)," your father's voice said, deep and raspy, "you are soon to be fifteen, you must pick a suitor, for this family's future."
You responded, "Father, I know, but I cannot possibly marry someone I don't love," you looked at your father, "how did you do it, Father, how did you marry her?"

"Easy, just think it's something else."

"How?"

Your father dodged the question, "Grace, I had you betrothed."

You jumped, "To who?"

"(Guy you dislike's last name)."

Your eyes fell, your father had already picked out your future husband, without your say. I guess even a noble can't escape such a fate, like a princess. "When shall I meet him?"

"Tonight."

You exited your father's room and returned to your room. You hopped onto your bed and let your tears fall. You hugged the blanket tightly to your chest. You wiped your tears until a maid was sent to fetch you for lunch.

You shook your head no, "I'm sorry, please send it to my room. I don't want to see him right now," hurt evident in your voice. The maid looked at you sadly, but if she had to marry someone she didn't know and love, she'd do it for the sake of money.

She nodded and came back a few minutes later with warm food, "Thank you, Felicia."

She smiled, and you ate your food in silence. Time ticked by, you had no energy to meet your fiancé, let alone entertain the other noble's in your home. Felicia came back in, telling you to change. You reluctantly accepted the dress she had given you and changed.

You kept your mask on the whole time, making sure to not let it fall. You didn't want to see your face in the mirror. There was always someone watching. Besides, there's a rule to not look at yourself in the mirror. It's something that came along in society. If one knows what is beautiful and what is not, the whole ranking system will diminish, it's better to not know who you're marrying's face.

It's for my family. For family, you repeated, until it stuck to your mind. When Felicia came, she stared into cold, hard eyes, not the sad, unhappy ones and saw earlier. You stared at her plainly, "Thank you, Felicia."

You walked into The Hall, and prepared yourself at the top of the stairs. You glanced down at the swarming noble's, laughing in delight, you stayed there silently, then the noble's attention was solely on you.

You climbed down the stairs, like petals in the wind, floating off gently, catching their eyes with grace. A boy about sixteen years old presented himself to you, "Hello, I'm (boy you don't like's name)," he glanced down to your chest. "And you are...?"

"My name is (name -a bunch of made up words- surname)."

He grinned, "Let's have a dance, for our upcoming marriage."

He fell down to one knee and held out his hand, you accepted it coldly, barely reacting, and twirled to the beat of the violins. You swirled, nobles watching your gown spin and flip.

One by one, the other nobles danced with each other, mimicking what you've done. When the dance was finished, your father gathered them, then pronounced your soon coming marriage.

"We have come today to celebrate my daughter's and her fiancé's soon coming marriage. We come in peace, and not war, with honesty, not malice. I hope you come to enjoy this event, and that you get to know each other all the more."

You father left the stage and ate from the feast take. You did the same. Your fiancé tapped you lightly on the shoulder before smoothing his hand over your side and back, "Hello there, my dear darling."

The other nobles laughed, "Oh, look, they seem to be a perfect fit! I hope they live a good life." Perfect fit?!

You responded, "Not now, may I please eat my food by myself?"

His frown deepened, "Fine."

He left you, and you ate half a cake in peace.

You distracted the nobles and your fiancé. You snuck away and hid yourself in your chamber. Your father had to come up with reasons, mostly the one with I'm feeling sick works be best.

The nobles ignored him and continued to bide their time, eating and joking around. You thought bitterly to yourself, If only he would die.

&&&

Doppelgänger~~~

A man over 30 years old gruffly spoke, "Here's the target."

A boy, sixteen, nodded, took the paper and examined it, "Her?! The target is her?!"

The man grunted, "Yeah, we need it for our cause, but first you need to get him."

"...I got it."

"Good."

&&&

That night, you met your fiancé at your window. You took a little time to study him, "Oh."

His (hair color)ed hair billowed in the wind and his (eye color)ed eyes seemed more meaningful and full of life, unlike your own. His (color) mask swirled sigh intricate designs like your own, showing of his wealth.You blushed, this was your first time overthinking a boy. But he was different. He seemed to carry something, and he didn't seem to be that arrogant boy you met earlier. No, he was a completely different person.

And you liked it.

"Um, what are you doing by my window?"

He looked startled and he almost lost his balance. "S-sorry! I'm sorry for doing that thing to you earlier. It was just ah, to get some, um, good impressions from the others."

You frowned. "I can understand that...but...."

"B-but...?"

He came over to you and sat in your bed, then he lifted your chin with his hand. You get your heart beat faster and you cheeks flushed, but you keep a straight face on, "You can tell me," he said, "I'm here to soothe your troubles and aches."

You jabbed him in his ribs, "You flirt!!"

You ran off your bed and put some distance between yourself and him. When you saw his eyes, cruel and full of malice, you gulped but remained calm. His bloodlust completely disappeared, replaced with a playful presence. He started to run towards you, and you ran away from him.

You tripped on something, your shoes, you expected to hit hard ground, but instead, you landed on a soft surface.

"O-ouch. You're so heavy. What have you been eating?"

You opened your eyes, you saw him beneath you, he must've cushioned my fall.

You blushed, "E-eh?!" You elbowed him in his gut, stood up, and stabbed your foot into his crotch, "Weight for ladies is a personal issue."

He wheezed, crying in pain, "O-ow!! I'm sorry!! I won't ever mention about your weight ever again!!"

You grinned, "That's better."

You helped him up and he smiled at you, "Well, they should be looking for me right now, till next time, my love."

Blood rushes into your cheeks again, "B-bye."

You watched him climb out your window, you counted to ten and looked out, expecting him, he wasn't there. You saw a little shadow dart and avoid the guards stationed at your home, he turned back to look at you.

You could still see his grin on his face before he disappeared into the night.

So, what'd you think? Story worth writing or not?