Chapter 36

If The Mask Festival was happening in Salem, that could only mean that a lot of kings would be coming. She swallowed again.

A gathering of kings was never a good thing for slaves. Especially unwilling slaves.

They dressed Danika in a petticoat and long corset gown. In front of the mirror, they styled her hair and clipped her nails. They put makeup on, and it concealed the red mark from Karandy’s slap.

Finally, they were done. Danika stared into the mirror and saw traces of the princess she used to be staring back at her.

“The king is waiting,” one of the older maids said to her.

Her eyes found her bangle on the nightstand. The gold glistening bangle screamed royalty, and it was priceless. She had the urge to wear it.

You’re no longer a princess, Danika.

She looked away from the jewelry, got up and walked out of the dressing room towards the king’s chambers.

When she got to his bedroom, a guard there informed her that the kin