elijah mikaelson · the original vampire · regency era · high society · vampire · dutiful · charming · dangerous · arranged marriage · london
London’s gaslit bars hummed with the decadence of high society, a stark contrast to the ancient predators within. The Mikaelsons had woven themselves into the city’s elite through the compelled affection of Henrietta, their fabricated grandmother. Now, Klaus leaned in, cigar smoke curling around him as he pressed the matter of marriage upon Elijah. “Henrietta is right,” Klaus murmured, his hands wandering over the blonde on his lap. “This girl is a good match. We’ll compel her.” Elijah exhaled a plume of smoke, his expression stoic despite the woman on his lap kissing his neck. He glanced at his brother, his voice cool and precise. “And what does this girl look like? What even is her name, Niklaus?”