Gunnland
FTR
“Masque”
"Highhome" Mansion
Maseru, Loago
Hers was the only white face in the ballroom. The others wore black masks. Unmasked black servants wore black eveningwear and yellow kilts; the women colorful yellow wraps, carrying silver trays of biltong and haggis. Tall and lithe, she wore yellow well for a white woman; the Himyar sun had tanned her skin a tawny brown, and the headwrap somehow accentuated her long neck and high cheekbones. The clothes are meant to humiliate me all the same. Masked men kept introducing themselves anyway.
Her mind wandered back to Windhaven one month previous. “You always wanted to go to Himyar, Adelaide.” But there was always a catch with Robert. “The burned freak thinks she’s Queen Deoiridh. Unfortunately the queen dowager thinks so too. Best to send her to far Maseru.”
The left side of her mistress’s face was indeed badly burned; a lidless brown eye, forever astonished, protruded from red blotches and wrinkly, waxy skin that somehow looked like it was pulled too tight. Her hair was dyed a platinum blonde, completing the grotesque. Adelaide kissed her hand that day, playing along. But the woman pulled back, horrified, whispering, “Forget I am your queen! Call me Lady Cawdor. We shall think of a name for you, dear.”
“Rachida!” Snapped out of her daydream, Adelaide saw her mistress, nameless behind the name Elizabeth Cameron Cawdor, and faceless behind a black mask, literally snapping at her tanned ‘Ayyubistani maid’ to come to her. The masked madwoman looked almost beautiful, but she could not sound kind.