1919 | Elijah Mikaelson

five

Seraphina

I grinned as Elijah stood over me.

He smirked down at me as the tip of his sword was dangerously close to my face.

"I challenge you." He said confidently.

I raised my eyebrow at him.

I've been challenged by plenty of young men in our village, and I have gained a reputation.

I rarely get challenged.

And since Niklaus and I have drifted further apart, it has been a long time since I have had a proper sparring partner.

These days I've had to practice on my own in the woods.

He moves his sword away from my face as I eagerly get up and pick my sword up from the ground.

"Don't be too embarrassed when you lose." I taunted.

"I won't lose."

Cocky.

Just like all of the other young men a part of our village.

Unfortunately for him, he's going to learn the hard way, just like everyone else.

Our duel lasted for what seemed like ages.

Sweat coats our bodies as we run on pure adrenaline.

The clashing of our swords echoes throughout the forest.

We truly are giving our all in this battle.

I assumed that this would be an easy victory for me.

After all, he is Niklaus' brother. I assumed that they would have the same fighting style.

Yet, his moves were smoother, and his strikes were faster.

I can't help but be amazed by his technique as we continue our battle.

He is most definitely a worthy adversary.

I gasped as he disarmed me and held up both his sword and mine up to my throat.

He and I stare into one another's eyes as we catch our breath. Neither of us making a single movement.

"I know when I have been beaten." I conceded after a few moments.

A slow smile climbed his lips.

I continued to stare at him as he threw down our weapons.

"I am glad that you said it out loud." He said as he took a step towards me.

"Elijah."

He grasped my hip and slowly guided me backward until my back hit a tree.

He leaned down, the cocky smile still on his face.

"Marry me."

My eyes widened, but before I could respond he placed his lips on mine.

My hands immediately gripped his biceps as my lips trembled against his.

His tongue brushed against my lips before he pulled away.

His hand trailed to my fishtail braid that stopped at my waist.

"Ma-Marriage!" I sputter out as I push on his chest.

Sure there have been plenty of men who thought they wanted to marry me, but after I had given them the chance they ran away with their tails tucked in between their legs.