Prompt: 054. veil
1. There had always been a veil of secrecy between the Tyrant and even his most closest of family.
A. There had always been a veil of secrecy between the Tyrant and even his most closest of family members. They existed within the bubble of his influence, protected from the growing resentment of the citizenry, unknowing of the evils he had committed.
State news and curated relationships were their only contact with the outside world. All they had ever known was the adoration laid upon him by loyalists and mouthpieces. They basked in the spillover of that love, never noticing that the smiles were fake.
It wasn’t until the Monday Night Massacre that the veil finally slipped.
2. “Maybe I wear the veil because I’m ugly,” she said.
A. “Maybe I wear the veil because I’m ugly,” she said. Her gaze over the curtain-like royal blue cloth was direct. The shape of her eyes was lovely.
“Are you?”
The corners of her eyes crinkled in a smile. “Would you run from me if I was hideous?” she asked. “Would you not like me anymore?”
3. The funeral veil was silk embroidered with flowers and birds, symbolizing the ascension of the soul into the afterlife.
A. The funeral veil was silk embroidered with flowers and birds, symbolizing the ascension of the soul into the afterlife. Beneath the veil, the shape of the face was lumpy and malformed, a remnant of the leprosy that had eventually killed him.
Her brother had been such a lovely boy. She hadn’t seen his face in ten years, since he’d begun hiding it behind a pure gold mask. But his voice had been her salvation, reminding her that she wasn’t alone.
And now that he was dead, she was Empress of the North. A figurehead to the usurpers that had killed her parents and allowed her brother to waste away.
Her husband would keep her locked in the palace until she died.
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