𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐲 [𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐧 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧]

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!18? Years ago!

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Long locs that reached below her hips were flowing effortlessly while the tall, stunning woman that wore black flats on her feet walked up the stairs to her shared house with her husband with the grace of a Queen.

Her steps were light, not even she could hear them as she walked. She hated that she had to wear these flats but it was for love. Ophelia was 6'5 while her husband was 5'11 and for some reason, the male hated it. Made it known everytime she'd stand near him, so much so that she had started to slouch just to just a bit smaller to please him. It bruised his ego and she didn't want that, he was her love afterall and she wanted him happy. She loved to wear heels but you can tell why she does not wear them anymore.

Ophelia wore a flowly dress that passed her ankles, once again, not her kind of thing but she did it because Niklaus said that he'd prefer in dresses and said that she looked better in them as pants were not flattering on her with her height and that she shouldn't try to be like the other women she'd see on the streets. He made it known that she was his wife and cause of that, he expected her to do as he said. To be as he said and want.

He made it clear that even thought years had passed, times hadn't really changed. He wanted to speak to him like he was a King, to adress him as such, he kept her in dresses, buying which ones he would feel looked better on her. He brought her flats, throwing away and buring all the heels she owned right infront of her, he didn't care about the tears that streamed down her face. Or the way she tried to beg the male beforehand to just donate them to others. He had just scoffed and said that she didn't need to donate them as no one would want them unless they were harlots.

Ophelia hated that her locs were so long, they were heavy. She wanted to cut the locs, atleast to be at her low back but her husband didn't want to hear of it and he had forbid her from cutting her hair. She was his wife, she was too listen.

Truly, after all these years, Ophelia was tired. On her trips to the stores and such, she saw women wearing pants, wearing heels and best of all, sometimes they had their partners with them. They didn't at all seemed bothered by their wives or at their girlfriends. She seen alot of things but realized that Niklaus was just maybe too stuck too far back in the last.

And she wanted to speak with him about it. She soon reaches the top of the stairs and smooths out her dress as best as she could before she strated to walk down the hall, only to blink when Eiljah was suddenly before her. He gave her a soft smile but something about it unsettled her. "What are you doing here?" He asks and she gives the male a confused look at the question before she looked around slightly to confrim that she hadn't gone into the wrong house before she looked back down at the male before her. "Well, I live here?" She says, though it comes out as a question because she was truly confused on why he would ask her such a stupid question.

What did he mean by that? Why would she not be at the house that she lived in? A dry laugh passed Elijah's lips, giving her a small nod which made a pit drop in her stomach. Something was wrong. "Is Nik okay?" She asks in a panick, as she was about to rush pass him only to be stopped by Elijah who placed both of his hands her shoulders to keep her in place, causing her to look down at him. "He's fine," the suited male states and she lets out a sigh of relief while Elijah subtly rolls his eyes. Niklaus was more than fine and if Ophelia would listen to the things around her, she just might be able to tell but he couldn't let her do that as Niklaus wanted her to stay unaware. "Why don't we take a walk, hm? In the gardens?" The noble original asks the woman with a smile, knowing just how she adored the gardens that Niklaus had made for her as a gift.