Masqueraded Meeting - 2p!England x Reader

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(A/n) - Welcome to the epilogue, I know the last chapter was a little short, but I hope that this will make up for the weak ending. Enjoy...

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I can't remember exactly when I had lost my sanity, I just know I lost it. Possibly when I accepted that I loved Oliver, despite his tendency to poison people he or I didn't like? But I had to admit that I had never felt so free in my life until now, though to most the price to pay for that feeling of freedom was too high. I certainly had a glamorous life before, but it was nothing compared to what experiences I had now. My old life was boring and simply no fun at all, I would have never been allowed to know what it was like to kill, what it was like to see life leave a body, never would I be allowed live without a care. I had come to accept my new existence and all the wonderful delights that accompanied it.

Oliver and I still hosted masquerades, each time a new guest would disappear, of course we were never suspected, not the sweet, lively couple that hosted, it would always been some scapegoat we had placed that would face execution. Despite the many unfortunate events that surrounded our grand masquerades, they had become well known among nobles as being of highest class and only very specific people were allowed to attend. This was only half true however, Oliver and I only ever invited two guests that were specific, the victim and the scapegoat.

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Currently we savoured one of our rare moments alone with each other. Both of us stood grinning in the kitchen, we each created our own batch of now near perfected cup cakes. Oliver as always prepared his signature pink frosted ones, while I created matching purple ones, after all those colours were the same as our family crest's.

Aside from sharing his recipes for the pastries, Oliver had also shown me simple poisons and I was always surprised at how easy it was to mix the ingredients that could end in someone else's death. There were other specific poisons that both he and I would build an immunity to, ever since an incident in the previous year where I had accidentally eaten a poisoned dish. Although this was no great problem for a man capable of mixing nearly every poison imaginable.

"Poppet, could you pass me the sugar?", I was snapped from my memories by Oliver's voice.

I responded quickly and moved the sugar towards him "Ollie, my frosting isn't turning the right colour, I think I did something wrong again.", I pouted at the grey frosting in front of me, unsure what specifically I had forgotten.

Oliver leaned his head on my shoulder inspecting the bowl I was using "Try adding raspberries.", he quickly suggested tossing me said fruits. I nodded and began to work again, my frosting slowly gaining the desired colour, I clapped my hands together in excitement. Oliver smiled at the outcome himself "They always do the trick.", he nodded to himself and resumed his own work.

It didn't take much longer for both of us to finish our batches of cup cakes, presenting them to each other. Happily we ate them, not a care in the world, Oliver as always finished first, he simply had a knack for eating cupcakes. I smiled to myself at the thought of eating cup cakes being a talent, it did fit him.

"Do you know what today is?", Oliver asked as he pushed his plate aside. I followed suit and sent a confused glance at him, before shaking my head. He chuckled "It is our anniversary and I have a surprise just for you.", my eyes widened as I realized the meaning behind those words.

I leapt from my chair and wrapped myself around my husband "Ollie, you mean to say that we've only been married for one year?", I exclaimed in a childish voice.

He chuckled once more, this time at my behaviour "It feels like so much longer, no?", I nodded my head in response. He pulled a piece of paper from within his pocket and showed it to me, "Our guest list.", I could tell what he meant by his tone and a malicious smile broke out on my face. He stood up, taking me with him "Well we must prepare for our masquerade.", I nodded and we both sped off to our room.

Oh this would be a grand masquerade...

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Drip...

Drip, Drip...

Drip...

Drip, Drip...

We moved in step to the silence of the room, smile at each other, masks covering our faces.

The imaginary music moved us forward as we swayed around the hall.

Drip...

Drip, Drip...

Drip...

Drip, Drip...

Both of our shoes, as well as the bottom of my gown, were discoloured by now, we did not mind simply caught in each other's eyes.

Drip...

Drip, Drip...

Drip...

Drip, Drip...

He leaned forward, I looked up and our lips met in a gentle kiss, as we continued to dance in this sea of blood surrounding us.

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Masked Massacre, April 12th, 1801

127 guests were found mangled, after attending a masquerade held at Earl and Lady Kirkland's home. The cause of death is unknown, as most of the bodies were found in a near unrecognizable state and were identified through use of the guest list and clothing.

The room was described as being "painted" in blood, the source being the many lacerations on the bodies. The rest of the mansion had been emptied, except for the kitchen where several cup cakes were found along with a note left by Earl and Lady Kirkland confessing to the murders.

The Kirkland's have yet to be found...

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(A/n) - And there you have it, bear with me on some of the untrue facts, I didn't put all too much research into this story as it was more of a practice one for writing techniques. Please do tell me if you found it enjoyable, I love comments :)

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