Prologue
The funny thing about all of the members of the royal court; the dukes, the duchesses, and even the queen herself, is that every single day, without fail, they would walk into court wearing different masks. Some days, the important officials, such as the minister of murder, would show up wearing stern, icy blue eyes, and gelled black hair, looking authoritative and sharp, to mask the fact that they had not completed their work for the queen. Other days they would show up with lavender eyes, the queen's favorite color, and perfectly messed up brown hair if they were craving a promotion. Some days the little princesses and the princes wear perfectly blue eyes and curly blonde hair, a choice made by their parents, just so that the queen may look upon these adults and complement what darling children they had raised. Other days, these children would show up with doughy brown eyes and straight, close-cropped brown hair, looking as shaggy and scruffy as a puppy, if they had broken a vase or stolen something that was not theirs. Even the queen would have a new look every single day, all of them perfectly flawless, making her appear to be the pinnacle of royalty. Everyone from the queen to her servants had perfectly polished masks, everyone except for me.
