𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐄━︎━︎H. Mikaelson ✓︎

𝐎𝐧𝐞

CHAPTER ONE:
MIKAELSON

THE BOW STRING WAS PULLED back to her chin, almost pressing against her skin as she aimed the arrows, her two fingers held the string before she quickly let go, watching as the arrow went flying, landing right into the middle of the target. She frowned, lowering the bow slightly as she cocked her head to the side.

     Grayson made his way towards his sister, his hands in his pockets as he cocked an eyebrow in amusement at her disappointment. "What's wrong? Not where you wanted it to land?"

Lilianna sighed, narrowing her eyes at the arrow before bending down and grabbing another. She moved her head, making her hair flip from her shoulder as she adjusted her bow in her hand, inserting the arrow before raising the bow and getting ready to aim. She didn't answer her brother, determined to get the arrow exactly where she wanted it to land. She let out a deep breath, before letting the arrow fly, lowering her bow and smiling in satisfaction.

     "Grayson." Lilianna hummed, walking forward and grabbing her arrows from the target, placing them back in her quiver and singing it over her shoulder. "Is there something I can help you with?"

     "You can help me by joining me at the table so that I don't have to endure mom ranting all on my own." He gave her a sarcastic smile and she rolled her eyes, but didn't argue. Their mother like to tell her stories whilst they ate. . . only she was more so ranting than anything else.

Talia Stark was known for her hatred against the supernatural—more so than anybody else. But she had the right. The supernatural had been the reason for David Stark's death. It was a vampire—one thirsting for blood after being imprisoned for so long and having finally escaped. And even though they loved him, they seemed to have barely mourned him—immediately going back to work in order to "get justice" as their mother would say.

Making their way to the dinner table, the two siblings almost groaned when they saw files instead of food laying out on the table. Sighing, the Stark siblings sat down at the table where their mother was standing, patiently waiting for her to speak before they asked her why there were files instead of food placed in front of them.

     "Finally," Talia scoffed. "It took you long enough. Listen, I have a mission for you. Well, for Lilianna that is."

     "Have fun with that." Grayson whispered, placing a hand on Lilianna's arm as he stood up and pushed himself away from the table. Lilianna started to let out a defense, but by the time she had turned her head, her brother had left her there.

     "Can't we eat first?" Lilianna tried, already knowing the answer to her question. Her stomach was growling viciously at her, and all she wanted was to eat something. Her mother only glanced up at her, giving Lilianna her answer. She sighed. "What now?"