Lirien's POV
The days were passing faster than I wanted them to.
Only two days left until the big farewell party. And only five days until we reached Earth.
I stood in front of the mirror in Vael's quarters, holding the black and silver mask he had brought me. It was elegant, it covered my eyes and the upper half of my face, leaving only my mouth and jaw visible. The silver details around the edges shimmered when the light hit them.
I put it on and looked at myself.
Vael came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. He rested his chin on my shoulder and looked at our reflection together. His own mask was simpler,deep black with sharp, clean lines that made him look even more commanding.
"You look beautiful," he said softly against my ear.
I felt my cheeks warm. "I still feel nervous. What if someone recognizes me? What if I say something wrong?"
Vael turned me around gently so I was facing him. He lifted my chin with his fingers.
