A runaway maiden finds herself entangled in a tale of horror when she saves the Bride of a prince from a Haunted Castle. --- WARNING: HEAVY SUPERNATURAL ELEMENTS, GORE, DISTURBING THEMES, SLOW-BURN ROMANCE, RICH-IN-STORY NOVEL! I hope you like this story. If you wish, please support this tale by voting, rating, and commenting. Your feedback on typos or bad grammar is welcomed and appreciated.
"Bon soir, I must thank you for your invaluable help at that time, mon ami," said Charlotte, while keeping her gaze fixed on the face hidden by a mask. "There is a story about a masked person who saved the life of a prince ... A 'Purple Mask', they said. But it was believed that it was a lady who had done this. Or was it you?" she asked, tilting her head charmingly.
"I think what matters is that the Prince's life was saved," Lex minimized, shrugging. "But I'm interested in what you have to say. What were you doing in Princess Cordelia's old room?"
"Why, maybe the same as you, Purple Mask… We shouldn't be ashamed, though. It's clear that we have more in common than might appear at first sight. We have found a terrible secret and we must think about how to deal with what we know."