𝑷𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑫𝑶𝑿𝑰𝑪𝑨𝑳 - Klaus Mikaelson

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑶𝒏𝒆

August 5th, 1374

"My dearest, Priscilla... Are you prepared for this evening?" My father's voice echoed through the grand hall of our palace as I paced in front of his and my mother's thrones. He slowly entered the large room with his handful of servants trailing behind him.

"No, dearest father. I am not." I spat at him from across the room. I shook my head lightly and looked at him apologetically. "I apologize. I despise these events. I don't need a husband."

I sighed as my father stepped in front of me. His hand reached up and stroked my cheek.

"You are my sole heir. You need to find a wealthy lord to ensure our legacy continues..." He leaned down to whisper in my ear. "We are the last of our kind, It is up to you--this is what your mother would have wanted..." I glanced over at the two thrones at the head of the room. Two tall and light chairs, next to each other. The tallest of the two was reserved for my father, the one next to his...empty...missing my mother.

"I...have not found the right lord yet, Father. I need a respectable man, and not one of them has been." I let my head fall as I thought about my duty to my family and to my father.

"We will find the right lord for you, my dove. Hopefully tonight." Though I secretly hoped I wouldn't find the right man tonight, I nodded at his words. After five years of my father's engagement events, I have scared off every possible suitor each time. "Go on. Get yourself ready. Our guests will begin arriving shortly."

I nodded at him as I turned to my few servants, I called to them as I walked through the grand hall, heading to my chambers.

***

I wandered through the grand hall, avoiding the groups of men watching my every move; they were there for me, but I had no intention of finding a husband tonight. The many lords in the room had learned to avoid me, knowing that my string of insults and complaints would inevitably hit them. A straggler approached me, holding a glass of wine. His long waves of coffee-coloured hair hung loosely above his shoulders, a dashing grin on his face.

"You do not seem to be enjoying the festivities created solely for you." His accent was less English than most I've heard, he sounded as if he was from the West. I smiled reluctantly at him and raised my wine glass.

"No, I am not." I turned to look at his face again; his grin was still there. He looked to the corner of the room, where a small group of two men and a woman were conversing. "Are you with them?"

"Ahh yes. My siblings." I nodded as I watched the three talk, they did not even look at any other person in the room. "Prince Laurence has been very kind with his hospitality toward me and my siblings."

"Are you and your brothers here to court me?" I rolled my eyes at the question, eyeing the men that stood across the room. They were both gorgeous in their ways. One was tall with blonde hair and lighter eyes, the other was shorter with chocolate hair and dark eyes.

"That is not why we are here but I doubt they will not try." His smile grew with his words. As if his siblings could hear us, they all turned in our direction. The sister was lighter compared to her brothers, with blonder hair, brighter skin, and brighter eyes. The tall blonde brother looked at us with a smirk and I couldn't help but blush. I looked down at my feet with a smile. "And it seems you would not mind if they tried." I let out a soft chuckle and looked back at the man beside me.

"Princess Priscilla Laurant." I curtsied to the stranger with a smile. "And who might you be, my lord?"

"Elijah Mikaelson, my lady." He bowed to me to show his respect. "let me introduce you to my family." I nodded as he held out his hand to lead me away. I let my hand fall into his as he walked me toward the three siblings.