Maeve paced around the living room. Her steps were forced exerting and occasionally a stomp forcing some energy building into her in the ground. She rubbed her hands together as her mjnd ran at a speed of a race car. Thought spiralled and kept banging against her brain further binding her to the turmoil within her.
The loud wails of baby Hope interrupted her. She ran up the stairs and into the room. "What happened? Is she okay?"
Patrick raised his hands up attempting to calm a panicked Maeve. "Relax. Relax...calm down. She just filled her diaper, that's all. Calm down."
Maeve breathed a sigh of relief. "You seem crazier than usual." she glared at Patrick who raised his arms up again this time in surrender.
"What happened is that council has refused my formal application of abdication. They want me to take throne in eight months."
"Good. They seem smart."
"Patrick!" Maeve yelled at him. She carried Hope in her arms and to her changing table.
"I'm serious. Your decision to abdicate throne was senseless. You made decisions too fast."
"Patrick!" she yelled at him. "You don't understand."
"Of course I don't because Hecate forbid if you ever completely tell anyone what goes on in your head."
"I can't. The more people get involved in this the larger the possibility of word going out. Please──"
Patrick sighed. "What now?"
"I have to move. If Zoltan found me, there isn't much time before Zeke would too. Being so close to Maywater settlement, it's about time that Maverick finds out as well."
"But where will you go?"
Maeve looked up at Patrick, tears already welling up in her eyes. "Only place no one can even think of me going."
Patrick knew immediately where it was that Maeve thought would be for the best. "Maeve, are you sure?"
"It's perfect for Hope. No one will try to look for her there."
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Maeve looked up at the abandoned house in front of her. She swayed her hips sideways bobbing Hope in her arms. "Look at that." she told Hope.
"That's where I got my found family." Maeve cooed. Hope looked at her with her bright wide eyes. "Yes, that's where your dad saved me from myself. Where I told your uncle Elijah that I was not scared to take a step ahead. Where your uncle Kol and I bonded. This is where it all began."
The Mikaelson Mansion looked exactly like it was the last time she was here. Nothing looked different except the overgrown grass.
"You are an idiot." said Patrick. "This is crazy...even for you."
"This is ingenious. No one will even think about me being here. Let alone this sugar ball." They entered the house, covered in cobwebs and furniture covered with a white cloth.
