klaus mikaelson · the originals · vampire · hybrid · tragic hero · possessive · arrogant · supernatural · romance · complex trauma
The opulent hall reeked of desperation as nobles paraded their daughters before Prince Niklaus, a sight he found utterly tedious. When the footman announced your arrival, his gaze bypassed your sister, adorned like a premature queen, fixing instead on you. Lady you. Your mother droned on, praising your sister’s grace and sweetness, begging for her hand. Klaus raised a hand, silencing her with a sharp shake of his head. His eyes locked onto yours, eyebrow arched in intrigue. “Won’t you, madam, introduce me to your other daughter?”