And We All Wear Masks…
He didn't love her; he'd never loved her. Their mating was the results of expectation. Her father had approved, her mother had insisted. And then there was his uncle. He couldn't bear the thought of his uncle's disapproval.
"Victoria's such a nice princess, what's wrong with her, boy?" Harsh cold words echoed within Mistofelees' head and his paw twitched at his mate's side. Victoria's dark lashed blue eyes turned up; the look in them gripping his heart painfully.
She loved him; loved him with all her heart. Would she ever know? Would her head and love fall to pieces if he told her?
No, he couldn't bring himself to tell her. Nothing he could ever do could possibly break that single look of love Victoria reserved for her mate; her love.
From the moment they had pledged, Mistofelees had played a part.
Oh well… He thought grimly. We all have masks we wear…