Again |1| Niklaus Mikaelson

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Love doesn't make the world go round. Love is what makes the ride worth wild.

- Franklin P. Jones

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"Rosita, pulling tighter clearly isn't," Marcella lets out a strangled yelp. "Helping." She adds out of breath. "Forgive me, your grace." Rosita says with a sigh, placing the corset down on Marcella's clothing chest. "This is the biggest one you have. It seems like none of them fit." Rosita says and goes to stand on the side, her hands clasped in front of her. "It is fine, Rosita. I'll just put on something else." The princess says hands going down to her slightly protruding stomach, as she looked in the mirror. "It's seems you have gained a little weight, your majesty." Marcella shook he head at Rosita's statement. "Seems I have. Thank you for the help." Marcella dismissed her hand maiden and went to put on another dress.

Just as Marcella was smoothing down the dress, Louis had walked in to inform her of new information. "Any news on our so called 'mother'?" Marcella asked, not bothering to look at Louis as she busied herself. Louis rolled his eyes at how childish she sounded saying mother. "No. She is still missing. The chief had declared she must already be dead. She's been missing for a week it seems." Louis answers. "Wouldn't be surprised if were to be the villagers who killed her. After all, she was very rude towards them." Marcella shook her head.

"Or maybe the wolves." Louis added. "Yes. The wolves." Marcella said looking into space. Marcella wasn't thinking of the wolves rather the new creatures hidden within the village. Once again her mind went to look in the mirror and shake her head at her stomach. "Louis do I look big?" Marcella asked. Louis scrunched up his face in confusion. "Big? You seem fine. Your stomach is protruding a little, but that doesn't make you 'big'." Louis stated annoyed with Marcella's question. "Yes of course. Thank you Louis." Marcella says and walks out her room and the small shack.

Rebekah had been walking past, giving Marcella small hello. Marcella had smiled back at her and said a good morning to them. Rebekah's face turned to one of confusion as she listened in on Marcella. She turned back around but continued to think about what was wrong with Marcella. She had noticed something was different and she had a feeling she knew what it was.

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"Any luck yet, your majesty?" Ansel says, walking up to Marcella. Marcella looks over at Ansel was fixing to answer his question. A loud screech interrupted, making Marcella and Ansel look towards where the sound came from. Rushing after the villagers who were going towards the scream, Marcella caught up with Louis. Louis placed an arm in front of Marcella to stop her from going any closer to what was on the bank of the river. Marcella's eyes widen and she turns to look at Louis who had a disgusted face.

"It was the wolves!" Someone shouts from the group that had surrounded the corpse of the queen. "Wolves do not attack like this." Ansel whispers. He looks up at Marcella and she only breaths harder. Snapping her head towards the forest, she hears movement and quickly detects it. No one could be able to see it with the naked eye, but Marcella easily caught it. With a glare in her direction Mikeal turned around and disappeared from sight in a blink of an eye.

"At least we found her. Prepare a letter to send to father." Louis told his brought knights. They all nodded and began to head back to the village. "Come Marcella. They have it." Louis added and pushed Marcella out of the clearing and towards home. Upon arriving, Marcella broke free of Louis and began to walk in another direction. She stomped and trampled over the ground towards the smell of Niklaus. "Niklaus!" She called when she found him in sight.

He turned and gave her a confused look at how fast she seemed to approach. "Yes, Love?" He asks with an equally confused face. "Nicola," Marcella says and pauses to reach Niklaus. "She was found by the river." She added. Niklaus took a hold of Marcella in a soothing manner. "It wasn't wolves." Marcella whispered and Niklaus quickly pulled away. "Marcella." Niklaus warned. "I am not saying it was you Klaus. But what if it was one of your siblings?" She asked, worried. Niklaus shook his head. "They never said anything. If any us were to that we'd forever regret it." Klaus sighs. "Mikeal." Marcella says almost inaudible.

Niklaus spun around to face Marcella. "You mustn't tell anymore. Do you understand Marcella?" Klaus says and gives her a look of concern and worry. Marcella quickly shakes her head up and down and gets pulled into a hug by Niklaus. "Go. Everyone will want to know what you will be doing to the Queen." Niklaus says. Marcella gives Klaus a quick goodbye kiss and rushes towards her brother.

"What have you decided?" Marcella hears, upon entering the small shack to hold meetings and such. "I'll send the body back to father. When is the next ship heading back to England?" Louis asked. "In a couple of days. They are loading things needed." A man says. Louis nods and stands straight. "very well. Take Nicola's body back with them in a crate." Louis says and begins to walk out the building. "Are you alright?" Marcella asks and grabs a hold of Louis. "I warned her. Whatever it was the attacked her. Wolves or not. She knew better." Louis says and struts off.

"Marcella." Marcella turns around and smiles at Rebekah who seemed to have waited for the siblings to be free for talk. "Hello Rebekah." Marcella says with a smile. Rebekah gives her a sad one back. "Apologies for what happened to the queen." She says and folds her hands in front of her. "No need. She was no queen to me. Nor will she be with death." Marcella says. Rebekah only nods. "Care to join me for a walk?" Rebekah says, making Marcella smile. "Of Course."

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"Tell me," Marcella starts. "How have you've been?" She asks. "Very normal, you could say. About as normal as I could." Marcella sighs knowing what Rebekah talking about, but knowing Rebekah didn't know she knew. "That is nice. Better than I can say." Marcella says with a slight laugh. Rebekah smiles a little. "What has been bother?" Rebekah asks. "Nothing out of the ordinary I suppose. I['ve been sick the last month or so. Must be a stomach virus or such." Marcella says with a shrug. "You do seem to be a little paler then usual." Rebekah says and looks down at Marcella's stomach. "You seem to be just fine, though. if anything it looks like you have been gaining." Rebekah says with a laugh to not make it seem rude.

Marcella laughs a little. "I do suppose. But I don't understand why. If anything I have eaten less due to the virus." Marcella sighs. Rebekah stops Marcella in her tracks. "go and talk to Ayana. She'll see what is the matter." Rebekah says. "Come. I don't think she is busy at the moment." She adds and quickly pulls Marcella along to the shack Ayana lives in.

"Ayana!?" Rebekah says and stays outside. Ayana walks out and crosses her arm at Rebekah. "What?" Ayana says. Marcella was appalled by her attitude but Rebekah didn't seem to notice. "Marcella is sick. And Maybe you can help her find out what it is." Ayana looks at Marcella and nods her head inside. "Come on Rebekah." Marcella says. Rebekah shakes her head. "No you go. I'll be waiting outside." Marcella turns back and heads to where Ayana waited. "Come. Sit." Ayana says and begins to mix some herbs. Marcella sits down and waits for further instructions.

Ayana lights the herbs on fire and begins to chant in front of Marcella. She only gets slight dizziness but otherwise feels fine. Marcella tilts her head to the side when she sees Ayana's face contort into one of confusion. The herbs suddenly pop and Ayana's eyes shoot open. "Marcella," Ayana says making Marcella feel slightly worried. "Dear, you are with child."

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FUCK LIFE.
FUCK EVERYONE IN IT
DEPRESSION IS A FUCKING MAN-WHORE
I WANT TO KILL MYSELF.
PLEASE HELP
I REALLY CAN'T FIGHT THIS ALONE AND THE ONLY PERSON WHO CAN HELP DOESN'T EVEN WANT TO BE WITH ME.