•Volturi's Heir• ~Alec Volturi x Reader x Seth Clearwater

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(Y/n) POV-

"I'm what my people call an Old Mori,"

I started. Everyone began to gather around me.

Edward and Bella came back in as I started from the begging.

"Old Mori? Sounds like something old,"

Emmet snickered a bit. Rosalie pinched him in the arm. He hissed in pain.

"Anyways, yeah. Technically, I am old. So that's why my label is an Old Mori,"

I said as I hugged my knees in my sweat pants, Alice gave me.

"I can tell you all my story if you want,"

"Only if its comfortable for you,"

Esme assured me.

I took in a deep breath and let it out...

"Well, it all started..."

~Flashback~

'I was about 16, in the year 1333. I remember roaming through the castle... The smell of bread filled the hall I was walking in. A book in hand, I vividly remember the title... "The Maps to Everywhere". My dress flowing, it was a gown actually? I glanced inside the kitchen chambers to see a 3 foot cake. Was it for me? I remember the icing... white frosting with lillic flowers covering wound it... With my name on it. "Happy 16th Birthday, (Y/n)!" written in blue frosting. I snuck behind the cake as the cooks and bakers were rushing to prepare the food for tonights Galla. I tasted the icing... I could still remember the taste after all these years, buttercream... I giggled as I turned with the cake as the was still being done. Got the chance to run out before the baker catches me. I twirled in the halls as it was my birthday! Mother and father would be preparing a huge Galla in my honor, I dashed pass my fathers study as I heard him talking to a man with a slightly high pitched voiced.

Me being curious at that age, I creaked opened the door, enough for me to see what was going on. My father was a proud man in heart, he was tall and skinny, he had no facial hair, (Y/h/c), with golden eyes. I remember all the women of the court wanted him to trample on them, those tramps. 'She needs to marry,' The sickly high pitched man spoke. My father paced back and forth with thought. 'Kristina will not be married, until 21,' My father says calmly. 'She's already past date to find a suitor,' Says the man again. 'Aro, I don't have time for your silly games. Today's my little girls birthday. Can we continue this another time?' my father then grasped "Aro's" shoulders and gave it a squeeze. 'There is only a matter of time before-' Then the door creaked all the way open. I guess I leaned on it to much? Their heads turned and saw me on the floor. Belly first then my face. 'Ah, (N/n), great timing,' my father then helped me up from the red carpet. 'This is Aro. You've met him when you were 5,' I remember my father's smile burn forever in my mind. I shyly waved at him, I only remember him from my childhood, him and his followers were always around until my two teen brothers were born. 'Happy Birthday mio caro' He bent down to my level a bit. In his gloved hand appeared a beautiful pair od earrings, both silver with my birthstone of (b/s). I gasped at the beauty of it. 'Thank you,' I say as I put them on my ears. My father chuckled at my action. 'Anything for you, my daughter,' My father gleamed at me. 'Beautiful like you mother,' Aro says as he looked into my eyes. I was weirded out by that sentence...