#nikolvis

not knowing the identities of the strangers behind the masks was dangerous, but at least the chancellor had remembered the description of the younger prince’s attire. for once he was comfortable in his own costume, even choosing a shade brighter than usual. his blue and gold mask hid the scar on his face entirely. lukas’ outfit was even accompanied by a smile as he weaved his way through the room full of people, searching for one person in particular. he lifted his hand and tapped the taller man on the shoulder, bowing his head before him.   ❛   good evening, your highness.   ❜