The masquerade

Swans

Loving you is a losing game 1863
may 22 going to the tiny cabin

*Knock knock knock* a very tall man with a beanie and overalls on answers the door "oh hello to the huckleberry hotel come in come in!" he has a thick sweetish accent my irish english accent can barely understand. "what are you two love birds today?" "oh were not-" I answer "it's not-" Olivander trys. The sweetish man just chuckles. "would you like a room?" We both nod he leads us up the stairs and into a room helping me carry Olivander it looks hilarious I keep qlmost laughing while Olivander glares at me with two single beds thank god. "Goodnight you two!" he almost whistles. "goodnight!" I yell back droping Olivander on the bed "oww why cant you just set me down?" "your super heavy how tall are you like seven feet? because i'm only 5'6." "i'm 6'3" he says looking at me like i'm stupid "what ever!" I say sitting on my bed.

"can you just admit this was a good idea" he says suddenly "nope!" he rolls his eyes and lays back. I lay back to and look over at him. I don't know why, it was horrible idea because he's already staring at me. I stare for a second then look at the ceiling quickly. I can feel heat crawl into my cheecks. "badnight" I barely hear Olivander whisper "badnight" I whisper back. Then slowly drift off into sleep.

I wake up to Olivander dressed in a new outfit leaning on the door frame holding a stack of paper and pens. I sit up and rub my eyes "jeez and I thought your hair crazy before" "your such a gentleman Olivander" "I try" he says in mock sincerity "your welcome by the way I got you paper from the market scince we're close and me an outfit" "you had to. And how many outfits do you need anyway" I say standing up and grabbing the paper. "but gee thanks!" I say sarcastically rolling my eyes and walking out of the bedroom. I look down at what i'm wearing and suddenly feel embarrased i'm still in the tiny white dress but not the coat and it's covered in mud! But who cares what Olivander thinks I don't, of course not, why should I.

I look up from my disgusting dress and see a wanted poster on the wall it's a group of people. It catches my eye because in the front is a tall skiny man with a mohawk I look at the bottom of the paper that says murderers killed seven people at the dukes grand ball last wednesday. Next to this poster is a detective named frank that is free today tomorow and tuesday to work on any case for a fee of 120$ the address is 987 rosemary drive. I grab the posters and run back in the bedroom. "we need to get to 907 rosemary drive!" he looks up confused at me "why?" "just call the danm carriage Olivander!" I say running back out the door and down the stairs. People are walking around with bags and suit cases. Now I can be embarrased when everyone turns and stares at me barefoot and bruised. I walk to the front desk and ask if they sell boots and food.

"of course of course!" he's back. "we have fresh granola, and boots whats your size and your um... partner?" how can granola be fresh I don't question it. "that sounds lovely thank you so much!" he looks me up and down it doesn't make me feel weird like when Olivander did it "it might snow, so I suggest blankets, sweaters and maybe pants I don't want you freezing out there." I grab all of the stuff and go to get Olivander but he already is walking down the stairs. "Did you-" "yes I sent the letter to my father and he notified the carriage driver." he says "why do we need it anyway?" "I'll tell you on the ride, put this on I say tossing him a jacket and boots."

We walk outside I thank the sweetish man again then we get in the carriage. Olivander tells the driver the address and we start moving. I'm so thankful this carriage isn't bumpy or I would be so sick right now. "So can you tell me why were going to a random place for a reason I don't evan know?" I show him the posters I shoved in my jacket pocket. "we need to find frank." "And why exactly?" "these people I think they were trying to kill you before we're married so they can take the thrown." "and who are they" "I saw them at your aunts party!" "and you didn't tell me they could have hurt you did they?" "what no!" "Cala they murdered seven people a few days ago!" "yeah I know and they're going to do it again if we don't stop them!" I say out of breath. We both stare at each other catching our breath from yelling he makes me so mad I can feel my heart beating rapidly. "okay so you think this frank can stop them?" he asks more calm now. I nod. "then I guess were going to 987 rosemary drive" I can't help my smile so I turn quickly and look out the window.

The carriage stops and we hop out. It's a tall cement building with a little tiny window above the giant medal door. Olivander turns to me and lifts an eyebrow "scared?" he sighs "this better work" he says and walks to the front door. He knocks and a head pops out of the window. "names!" he shouts in a raspy voice like he smokes a lot "uh Cala" "Oliver" I raise an eyebrow at him he acts like he doesn't notice "last names people" he says snapping "Hargreaves" "Peterson" "come in then" he says sounding very annoyed like were waisting all his time. he has a long dark beard and stained shirt "whats the case?" I hand him the posters. "were trying to find them" I say "and how am I supposed to do that" "well it's your job isn't it" Olivander adds he turns to him "yes but these are mass murderers!" "and were going to find them" I add walking into his weird house there's a zebra rug and spilled chinease food.

"It's obvious they were after us" I say kicking a peice of trash out of the way I turn and frank makes a hand signal to continue I can't be stuck with these two "they new I was..." "you were what?!" "the prince's fiance?" Olivander surprisingly asks. Franks jaw drops and he stares at us "Olivander Peters" he says to himself. "I think were going to need to sit down for this." Olivander says. I nod I finally agree with Olivander on somthing. We all sit at his bar covered in old plates and trash. "You can't tell anyone were doing this" I say seriously "obviously" frank says I hold back from rolling my eyes because we need help and I can't mess this up.

We tell him the whole story and most importantly "We are not in love!" we say at the same time. Frank starts laughing "that's a good one" he looks up at us "oh wait your being serious" he starts laughing more "so are you going to help us or not?!" I ask loosing my patients. "hmm" he takes a swig of straight vodka out of the bottle. "fine" he pulls out a giant book and opens it. "is that a picture book of my family?" "no genius it's my coloring book obviously it's the royal picture book!" he says rolling his eyes. Olivander looks at me and I almost feel sympathetic oh wait no I don't ha. "so when was the last time you saw your aunt Ravana?" Frank asks after many oohs and aws.

"the hospital" he says with a straight face like he doesn't want to talk about it "elaborate" "when my mother.." I cut in "is this really necessary?" "yes!" he says "really being an asshole is necessary?" "I need to know about the royal family to figure this out so yes" I look at Olivander and his eyes are sparkling he wipes his eyes and answers "she died no one knows how to this day. I came home from school and she was laying on the kitchen floor stabbed bleeding to death I was seven trying to make a dead body come back to life but I couldn't. The cops said she cut herself when she was cooking case closed. I hope that helps this little investigation but I'd like to be excused!" he says looking both angry and sad.

He backs up his bar stool and it makes a terrible sound and walks outside. "so who ar-" Frank starts but stand up and cut him off "did you evan hear that? What is wronge with you have some empathy!" "this is business" "no this is real life and you don't understand that so either you walk out there and apologize or were leaving!" I back my stool up like Olivander and run outside. I wish I could take a picture of him. He's sitting on a bench with snow falling all around him and a black arch over the bench behind that is a river with swans swimming.

I sit next to him and he looks up from his hands that were covering his face. "i'm sorry" I whisper looking at the swans swimming in the river it looks so peaceful for them. "I don't really want to talk about it" he says turning to look at me he doesn't look mad anymore just gone. I nod and his eyes sparkle again I almost want to hug him or somthing but I don't know if he would appreciate his enemy hugging him so I just set my hand on his and he pretends not to notice.

Authors note: this chapters song is another love. I think it could relate to both of their moms as the other love. I need some song recommendations people! I hope you liked this chapter and I love and appreciate all of your advice! Thank you so much for reading!❤ I hope you lovely people have a wonderful day!!!❤🦋✨