Lizzie's POV: Hearing the door open, I blinked my eyes open as I spotted Hope walking in the room with a small smile. "Good morning", she greeted, placing a tray of food in my lap. "I made you breakfast", she said as I rubbed my eyes tiredly.
"I'm sorry", I chuckled. "I still must be asleep. I thought that I heard you say that you made me breakfast", I stated, causing her to smack my arm playfully. "You're not trying to poison me or anything right", I asked her skeptically.
"Hey", she laughed. "I can cook, you know", she told me as she sat down beside me. "My mom taught me", she explained. "I just...I just wanted to thank you for last night", she admitted. "No one has ever done that before", she said, causing me to send her a weird look.
"No one's ever held you while you slept", I smirked, causing her to gap.
"What...no", she laughed, swatting at my leg. "No one has ever treated me the way you do. You're just so...kind", she supplied sheepishly.
"Is the great and powerful Hope Mikaelson complimenting me", I teased, causing her to sent me a light-hearted glare.
"Well, get used to it", she said sternly. "By tomorrow afternoon, you and I will be married", she pointed out as I nearly spit out my water.
"That's tomorrow", I sputtered.
"You can back out", she suggested, playing with the blanket silently. "With my dad gone...you don't have to be here", she explained as I intertwined our fingers, causing her to look up at me tearfully.
"I want to be here", I smiled, squeezing her hand gently. "The Kingdom Of Light...", I sighed. "I can't go back there. That part of my life is over, and...", I trailed off, clearing my throat nervously. "I want this", I said, gesturing to our hands. "I want you", I whispered as a small tearful smile lit up her features.
Leaning forward, she rested her head on my shoulder as I smiled to myself. Stabbing my fork into the pancakes, I held it out to her as she took the fork into her mouth with a small giggle. "How about we get out for awhile", she offered. "Just the two of us", she stated.
"I can't wait", I accepted.
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Penelope's POV: I sat up in bed as laughter reached my ears. Frowning in confusion, I got out of bed and walked into the kitchen before smiling in amusement as I spotted Pedro and Josie flinging handful of four at each other. Leaning against the wall, I cleared my throat, causing the two to freeze. "Why does it look like it snowed in my kitchen", I asked them.
"Penelope", Josie squeaked. "We were just...I just wanted to...", she stammered.
"We wanted to surprise you", Pedro spoke up before lowering his head sadly. "Are you mad", he asked.
"Mad? Yes, I'm mad", I huffed, storming toward them as Josie's eyes filled with panic.
"I-I'll clean it up...", she got out as I grabbed a handful of flour and dumped it over her head.
"I'm mad that I'm not in on this", I added with a smirk as Josie's mouth dropped open as flour fell down her face. Her eyes narrowed as she waved her hand, sending the bag of flour soaring through the air before it smacked me in the face as the white pouder flew everywhere. Hearing a two sets of snickers, I reached up to wipe the flour away from my eyes as I sent a glare at the two of them. "Oh it's on", I said before grabbing a bag of sugar.
"War", Pedro giggled, running around the kitchen to pick up flour off the floor.
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The Prophecy
Fanfic"My aunties used To tell me stories of the four. They said they could either bring the kingdoms together or bring ruin" - Hope
