☆CHARTER TWENTY☆
-happiness-I LAUGH SOFTLY grinning at klaus as he paints with a scold as I take a picture off him
"Mazikeen stay still! Your ruining my masterpiece!" Klaus says and I chuckle crawling of the bed and standing behind him looking as art work
"It's me?" I ask looking at the beautiful painting
"Of chuckle it is" Klaus mutters and I smile kissing his cheek softly"If I wasn't you who would it be? Your the only person ever on my mind, Mazikeen" Klaus tells me and I dip my head smiling
"Your to charming for your own good, nik!" I say and he smirks at me kissing me softly on the lips
Before a loud nosie is heard making us both confused as we head towards the balcony looking to see Elijah and some workers
"Enough with all the racket!" Klaus yells at Elijah making him turn to look at us
"Is there a problem, brother?" Elijah asks klaus before he turns to the workers
"Geltenmen, please" Elijah tells the workers making them walk away for a break
"Do any of you need anything to drink or eat?" I ask the workers who smiles at her shaking their head and I smile back
"I agree to a general sprucing up, not a blood three-ring circus" Klaus tells Elijah annoyed
"Marcel and his minions abused our home for the better part of a century. Now, you might be content to live in squaler. I'm not" Elijah says making me roll my eyes before my phone starts to ring
"I'll be right back. Genevieve is calling me" I say kissing klaus before walking away answering the phone
"Genevieve is everything okay?" I ask as I walk into the study
"Yes everything is okay I actually have a request" Genevieve says making me nod
"What is it?" I ask her as I look around the study
"Im told our coven hasn't been able to celebrate feast days In the open since Marcel restricted the use of magic. Now with the new peace, I'd like that to change" Genevieve tells me making me nod
"Which feast?" I ask her as I sit down In klaus' chair
"La Fête Bénêdictions. Feast of the blessings. In the past, members of the community offered witchs gifts in exchange for blessings. We'd like to use it as a forum for introducing our young Harvest girls to society" Genevieve tells me and I nod
"So you would like to celebrate the lives of three girls who were sacrificed for power?" I ask still mad about the whole ritual
"It is an important part of out community" Genevieve says making me sigh
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His own angel|| N.Mikleason
Fanfiction{DISCOUNTED} Mazikeen Gilbert is the middle child off Gilbert siblings, she was adopted by them at the age off 6 years old after her father died in a house burn she's is a 16 year old teen with exquisite beauty, she has alot of boys and girls alike...