Dancing With A Mysterious Man

Zanzara's expression behind the mask turned ugly.  The woman wearing a phoenix gown and matching mask was extraordinarily stunning.  Her heart trembled when she saw that the color of her hair was like that of copper. 

'Is that Amaya?' she muttered under her breath.

She looked around and sighed when she saw that were at least three more people having the same height and hair color as her cousin.  She hated that woman.  How dare she stole the limelight from her?

"Are you alright, My Queen?  I can feel the increasing pressure of your grip on my hand."  King Ralden looked down at her with concern in his eyes.

"I am sorry, My King."  She relaxed her hold on him and shifted her head slightly in the direction where the woman with a phoenix mask was standing.  "Do you know the woman wearing the phoenix mask?"  She asked in a soft voice.