This book is a collection filled with One Shots featuring different characters portrayed by Danish actor Mads Mikkelsen x FEMALE readers!
I hope you enjoy them and just so you know, I'm open for ideas and requests of any kind.
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A/N: As requested here is a One Shot with the one and only Johann Friedrich Struensee, I hope you enjoy it! xx
-G
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You gasped as the maid tightened the corset around your waist one last time, pressing out the last bit of air that was left in your lungs.
As she was done she took a step back and went around you in a circle, checking everything over to see that all was in place.
You turned to the mirror leaning on the wall and admired your reflection.
Your hair was in soft waves and pinned on the top of your head with a few strands falling over your shoulders and you wore a very light makeup to acentuate the features of your face. The dress you wore was gorgeous and you looked around the room as you searched for your mask.It was lying on the dressing table and you picked it up and held it in front of your face, hiding your eyes beneath the golden mask.Your maid came up behind you and tied it together behind your head, hiding the band below your hair.
You finally were ready to join the masquerade ball.
You made your way down the stairs and headed to the gigantic hall of your castle.
As you stepped inside the great hall your captured the sound of music.
It was brightly lit and lots of people and were already there, most of them wearing masks as well.
You saw children playing together and servants walking through the crowd holding trays with white wine for the guests to take.As one passed you he bowed down in front of you and you accepted a glass, bowing down a little to him as well.He smiled and continued offering wine to other guests.
You could spot your husband - Christian, the king of Denmark - in the crowd, annoying people with a large feather and giggling like a small child, obviously very drunk.
You despised him.
You despised this marriage.
You felt trapped.
Like you were in chains.
Doomed to be in this prison for eternity until death pulls you in its arms.
Taking small sips of your wine you turned away and went into another direction.You decided it would be a good idea to mingle and join a conversation some women were having.After talking with them for a bit you felt somebody tap your shoulder.
