𝑷𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑫𝑶𝑿𝑰𝑪𝑨𝑳 - Klaus Mikaelson

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑺𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏

February 7th, 1401

"Kol, Darling. Do I need to rip your tongue out?" He stood under the archway by the front door of our home, talking with one of the women who delivered my flowers. It was more like flirting so he could eat her.

He turned to look at me with a smug grin and rolled his light eyes at me. "Dear sister. Has anyone told you that you are a bit of a temperamental bride?"

I smiled insincerely at my soon-to-be brother-in-law. My arms crossed over each other as I looked at him. He rolled his eyes again and left the woman to stand by me. 

"What do you need me to do, Pris?" I grinned and nodded softly. I looked around the large foyer we stood in. Rebekah set up flowers on every table and the railing of the large stairs. Elijah was wandering the house with a woman he compelled to help us plan the perfect wedding. I had no idea where Nik had run off to.

"Find Nik. He needs to grab the custom robe from the tailor, and I do not know where he is." Kol nodded as he slowly exited the house as if he knew where Niklaus had gone. 

I smiled as I looked around the room again. I am marrying the love of my life tomorrow. Twenty-seven years together, learning and growing. I had finally gained full control over the Dragon side of me—the urge to burn people alive and steal their shiny possessions had subsided. 

Thirty years ago, when I thought about marriage, it was a deal between the rich. A way for me to please my father and help bring power to our country. But now, at age forty-five, I know marriage to be a deal between lovers. A way to bring people together who wish to live forever as one. I was beyond happy to join Niklaus in marriage under the eyes of God—even if we were going to Hell.

"Prissy!" Rebekah shouted at me from the top of the stairs. I turned to her with a smile as I waited for her to continue speaking. "What flowers did you ask for?"

"They should be white daisies and red tulips, Bek." I said with a questioning tone, confused as to why she would ask.

She sighed and smiled awkwardly at me. "They gave us white daisies and red roses..." She spoke so quietly, I was sure it was because she did not want to upset me. I giggled softly at that. A mix-up with the flowers would not ruin my whole wedding.

"That is all right. The roses might truly be better than tulips." I smiled and she returned it before running back to where she was before.

I smiled to myself as I thought of the day to come. I was getting married. Not to the Prince of Scotland, a rich lord, or a King. I was marrying Niklaus Mikaelson, the monster with a heart of gold, my love. 

***

February 8th, 1401

I stood in my chambers, staring into the mirror as one of the housemaids was dressing me in my wedding gown. The delicate lace flowed perfectly down my legs, dragging on the floor. The sleeves fell off the shoulder and ended with bell sleeves. I adored the dress. Rebekah was fixing my hair as she spoke softly about the new boy she met. I smiled along with her as she explained.

"My my. You look gorgeous, Priscilla." I turned to the now-open door of my chambers, Elijah stood there with a smile as he watched me. My smile grew.