Chapter 2:
The stranger in the masks
Lost in the Light
Not of swords and shields, but of glances, whispers, and the endless games of nobility. I had no love for it yet here I stood, cloaked in shadows and feathers, moving among them like a phantom.
My purpose was not pleasure. Tonight was a mission.
The Duke’s men were here; I could feel their presence in the way conversations stilled when certain masks drifted past, in the tightening of silk gloves around goblets of wine. Somewhere among these painted smiles and jeweled disguises, a secret was waiting to be uncovered. A secret I had sworn to protect, though it meant risking everything.
And then… I saw her.
She stood apart from the crowd, half-hidden behind a marble pillar. While others flaunted themselves beneath the chandeliers, she lingered in the shadows, her golden mask catching only the faintest glow of candlelight.
At first, I thought her shy. But no,there was something else. A sharpness in her eyes, a tension in her posture, as though she wore her mask not as an ornament, but as armor.
A woman bound by silence.
Something within me stirred.
Against all reason, against every warning echoing in my mind, my steps carried me to her. I bowed, extending my hand.
“Would you grant me this dance, my lady?”
Her hesitation was brief, but in that moment, I saw the war inside her the pull between fear and freedom. And when her hand slipped into mine, delicate but steady, I knew I had found the one person in this glittering cage who was as much a prisoner as I.
The dance began.
I led her across the floor, and though we had never touched before this night, our movements aligned as if we had rehearsed them a hundred times. The world faded; there was only the sweep of her gown, the warmth of her hand, the quickening of her breath that matched my own.
I should not have spoken. I should not have lingered. Yet when her eyes lifted to mine, I found the words slipping free before I could stop them.
“Who are you?” she asked, her voice soft as the music around us.
I smiled beneath the mask. To give her my name would be to invite danger into her life, and yet to deny her entirely felt like a betrayal.
“A stranger… for now.”
But even as I spoke, I knew the truth. This woman Lady Evelina, though she did not yet reveal her name was no passing stranger in my story. She was the key, the turning point.
And heaven help me, I feared I would not be able to let her go.
The night air outside the ballroom was cooler, almost too cool for early summer. Evelina stood just beyond the marble steps, her gloved hands pressed tightly against the balustrade. The music still floated through the open windows behind her soft, muffled, yet insistent, as though the celebration refused to let her go.
But Evelina needed the quiet. She needed to breathe without the weight of curious eyes, whispers, and expectations pressing against her chest.
Inside, she had danced. Once. Only once. A single dance that felt like it belonged to another world, another version of her. The stranger’s hand had been firm yet gentle in hers, his voice low and steady when he spoke, his masked gaze fixed only on her.
That one dance had been enough to light something dangerous inside her. Something she could not name.
Evelina touched her lips, remembering the way his words had brushed against her ear: “You are not as invisible as you think.”
What had he meant? Did he know who she was? Or worse did he know what Alaric intended for her?
A rustle in the hedges made her jump. Evelina turned sharply, her heart climbing into her throat. Shadows played against the garden path, shifting with the lantern light.
“Do not be afraid,” came a voice.
She froze. The same voice from the ballroom. Smooth. Steady.
From the shadows, the masked stranger stepped into the light. His mask was simple, black with silver edging, hiding most of his face. Yet his eyes dark and sharp beneath it were unmistakable.
“You…” Evelina whispered, her voice trembling with both relief and alarm. “You shouldn’t be here.”
“Neither should you,” he replied easily, though his gaze swept the garden as if measuring its safety. “A lady alone in the night? What would they say?”
Evelina tried to mask her nervousness with a small, practiced smile. “They already say enough about me.”
His head tilted slightly, as though weighing her honesty. “Then perhaps you care less than you pretend.”
For a moment, silence stretched between them. The music drifted out, the laughter of nobles echoing faintly. Evelina found herself watching him too closely, searching for something anything that might reveal his name, his purpose, his secret.
Finally, she gathered her courage. “Why did you ask me to dance?”
“Because you looked as though you might shatter if no one did.” His answer was so sudden, so unpolished, that Evelina’s breath caught. He stepped closer, but not so close as to startle her. “You stood at the edge of the room like a ghost. No one saw you, though everyone looked. I could not ignore that.”
Evelina swallowed hard. No one had spoken to her this way before. Not as Lady Marcrest, the Duke’s future bride. Not as a bargaining piece in her family’s politics. But as Evelina the girl inside the mask.
Her lips parted, but before she could respond, he leaned slightly closer, lowering his voice.
“You must be careful. The Duke watched us.”
Ice ran through her veins. “Alaric?”
The stranger nodded once. “His eyes never left you. And when you danced with me…” His jaw tightened beneath the mask. “He noticed. He is not a man to forgive easily.”
Evelina’s stomach twisted. She knew this already. Alaric was power wrapped in charm, coldness veiled with courtesy. If he thought his claim on her was threatened, he would not hesitate to crush anyone who stood in the way.
“Then why risk speaking to me now?” she whispered.
A faint smile touched the stranger’s lips. “Because some risks are worth taking.”
Her heart faltered. She turned away, gripping the balustrade as though it might steady her. “You don’t even know me.”
“Don’t I?” His words came softly, but they cut deep. “I know enough. You are a woman caged. And cages, even gilded ones, are still prisons.”
Her throat tightened, tears threatening to rise. She hated that he saw her so clearly, hated that a man she had met only tonight could speak what she had been too afraid to admit aloud.
“You speak as though you’ve known me all your life,” she said, forcing her voice to steady.
“Perhaps I’ve only been waiting for you,” he said simply.
Evelina turned sharply, her mask catching the light. “You shouldn’t say such things.”
“And yet,” he murmured, stepping closer, “I did.”
For a long moment, the world stilled. The music inside faded into nothing, the night air seemed to hold its breath, and Evelina felt the truth of her choice pressing closer than ever.
But then voices. Laughter, footsteps approaching the garden.
The stranger stiffened. “They’re coming.”
“Go,” Evelina whispered, panic surging. “If they see you here”
He caught her hand before she could finish. His touch was warm, grounding.
“Evelina.” He said her name as though he had the right, as though he had known it all along. “Whatever comes, remember this night. Remember that you are not alone.”
And then he was gone vanishing into the shadows as swiftly as he had appeared.
Evelina stood frozen, her hand still tingling where his had touched. A noble couple passed nearby, sparing her only a curious glance before returning to their laughter. They had not seen him. They did not know.
But she knew.
Her life was no longer her own secret. Someone had stepped inside the walls she had built. And though part of her wanted to resist it, another part buried deep, aching, desperate wanted nothing more than to let those walls crumble.
As Evelina returned to the ballroom, her mask back in place, she felt the Duke’s gaze cut across the room like a blade. His eyes found her immediately. Cold. Possessive. Warning.
Her heart pounded.
This was no longer just a masquerade.
It was a game of survival.
And the stranger in the mask had already changed everything.
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