A Peasant and A Princess

Epilogue

Several weeks after the news of the masquerade that had erupted into a fight had made its way across the country, the groundskeeper of Crescentwood house was tending to the garden. The house had been empty for years; country houses were expensive to maintain and the family who owned it lived exclusively in their townhouse in the capital. The groundskeeper did his best, but the once great manor was becoming more and more dilapidated. As the groundskeeper was looking up at the vines that were slowly covering the outer wall, debating whether or not it was worth his time to cut them down when they would creep up again in no time, when he heard the sound of a pair of horses trotting along.

Slowly coming up the driveway was an old looking carriage. Once the carriage reached the house, an elegantly dressed young woman stepped out.

"Good morning sir," She said.

"Good morning," The groundskeeper replied, trying to look around her at her carriage. There was a young man in the carriage, looking intently at the manor.

It was strange that the woman had gotten out to speak, but the man looked a great deal younger than her, and he was dressed much less fashionable than the woman. Behind them was a trunk with a large padlock, with a set of strange looking set up armor sitting next to it.

"Are you the groundskeeper?" The woman asked.

He nodded. The woman handed him a letter, with the seal of the family who owned the house on it. Inside was the deed of the house, signed over to a woman by the name of Isla Huntson.

"Let me open the doors for you." He said, taking the ring of keys out of his pocket.

"Wonderful." She replied. "We'll be hiring staff as soon as we can, to help us get this place cleaned up. My spouse and I have recently married and come into some money."

The woman's partner stepped out of the carriage. He was a very feminine looking man, but it wasn't the groundskeeper's place to question these things.

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Over time, the mysterious couple restored the old country house, including a sprawling garden. There was much discussion about the couple and the house - they kept a small staff, but seemed to be able to hire staff wherever an outcast appeared, needing a job. It came to be known as a safe haven for all those who felt that the world was not made for them, and the gate to the vegetables gardens and orchards were never locked. Crescentwood House was a place of peace, where the former princess and her wife, the former peasant, could live happily ever after.