The black haired girl held her head shamefully, eyes shut tightly.
She'd banished her mother to the filthy waters of the Maw.
How could she not have?
Her mother lost her mind, she was a fool.
She was not the woman she once was.
How could the Hostess be seen as the offspring of someone so repulsive?
She did what she had to do.
She lifted her head from her hands, growling at the image the mirror reflected.
She was not the most beautiful.
She was not what her mother told her she was.
Livid, she stomped to her wardrobe, and threw the thin wooden doors open.
Her hands desperately clung to the thick fabric of her dresses as she searched.
Nothing would hide the disgusting image the mirror beheld.
But one thing would.
She held the fragile white mask in her small hands, eyebrows furrowed in concentration.
It was pale, its expression was calm and collected.
It was everything that was expected of her.
If she wasn't who the Maw needed her to be, the person the mask would make her was.
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THE MAW'S FIRST BORN
FanfictionThe Lady hides behind her milky white mask and still figured facade, but behind the mask, what secrets does she hold? . . . also a lot of this is based on theories so don't hit me up being like "tHaTs nOt iN tHe gAmE"
