Elena Gilbert is a new young vampire Queen of Mystic Falls, as her life is threatened, she will make an alliance with the Mikaelson family by marrying Elijah Mikaelson.
#Elejah
#Klaroline
#Bamon
'Pick up the mantle of change, because this is your time'
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Elena stood in front of her parent's tomb, the words her mother had told her thumped in her head.
"We have to leave, Your Majesty, you are to meet the Ambassador of New Orleans within an hour."- Alaric Saltzman said to the young vampire Queen.
Elena, with eyes still on the tomb, waved the faithful adviser off. It had only been a little while since her parent's funeral and it had been one thing after another for the brunette vampire.
'Duty takes over the grief'- Sheila Bennett's words now roamed in-"it is harsh, but, in the world of ours, unfortunately it is so."
Elena now turned to the adviser and said- "I would like fresh flowers for them to be placed on daily basis."
"I will see that it is done, Ma'm."
"Please, don't be so official with me- at least not when we are on our own"- Elena said as she turned around heading to the car.
Alaric nodded following her. And as the got into the car, she asked-
"Have you ever met that Elijah Mikaelson?"
"I have not."- Alaric said.
"Right."- Elena said looking out of the window as they drive off.
"This is a marriage of convenience"- Alaric continued-"his ancestors can be tracked more than 3000 years back to the Old ones, and he is of the purest vampire blood"
"What about, the other? What was his name?"
"Tristan de Martel"- Alaric said.
"Oh, yes. Didn't my parents make arrangements with them?"- Elena asked.
"They have."
"So, why have the Council changed the arrangement?"- Elena asked.
"The Bennett witches find that the alliance with the Mikaelson is a far better choice."- Alaric explained.
"Whatever. It's not like the marriage is out of love."- Elena said still gazing out of the window as the pull in front of the Old Mystic Fall Castle Fort.
Before Alaric could get out to open the door for her, Elena got out, looking at the grand building, she had lived in since she was born. This time it looked so different. Somehow like a monster that was going to devour her if she entered.
Nothing was the same. Life was not the same. Her heart accelerated at the thought of what was to come. What already is. The mere thought of having to marry a stranger made her soul sink into a dark abyss like it has been pulled by a heavy undertow. As she walked inside, blocking off all the bows and voices greeting her as she was walking up the stairs to what once was her room.
