"Are you coming to the tree where they strung up a man, they say who murdered three?"
In which the Mikaelson sister meets the girl with a fateful secret.
|Wonderful plot by @dxppelicious|
|OC x Rebekah Mikaelson|
|The Originals AU|
|Gorgeous cover b...
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THE CARRIAGE RIDE THAT FOLLOWED HER PROCESS OF GETTING READY WAS CERTAINLY A NERVE WRACKING ONE. Eleanor was nearly restless but the ride had taken about an hour if not more. She relentlessly tapped her pointer finger on a metal rail of the carriage, creating a rhythm to keep her mind busy as she waited to get to the castle. Her father, Clyde, had noticed that. She always did that when she so excited. It started ever since she was a child when she had to wait for her mother concerning bedtimes stories and such.
But, once her finger was on it's possible 100th tap, the carriage finally stopped. The riders in the front opened their doors and she smiled in realization. Her father returned the smile and even chuckled. She quickly hopped out of the carriage and let her eyes scan her new area of surroundings.
She noticed the dark and rough terrain of the gravel beneath her. The sky was only just settling into the night, having a color of a deep purple that she had adored. The stars lightly twinkled in the sky as some even represented the gods and goddesses of myth. The warriors had their spot as well, but they weren't as notable. Then, her eyes finally laid upon the very place she had merely visited once or twice.
The castle of the king.
In her father's several years of being a well known merchant, she had only been to the castle a handful of times--well, even less than that. It was like a privilege of sorts. The humungous castle had a black and grey exterior with several openings to allow sunlight in along with the usual messenger birds. The castle reigned high in the sky, having a whooping 10 floors that amazed most in the villages of the kingdom. The architecture of the castle itself was quite marvelous.
She widened her smile at the castle and hurried forward as her father followed at a normal pace behind her. The sound of her heel's clacking against the gravel's surface was heard by everyone else as she was walking quite faster than most there. Soon enough, she arrived at the door and rushed in, excitedly. She passed the knights as she had no secret belongings that needed to be held onto for the night.
Once she was inside the castle, fully, she had noticed the enormous space and the large amount of people there. Many people she had known or seen throughout the villages were there. They all had dressed up in a fancy manner, which was not surprising in any shape or form but it was shocking how fancy some went. It was like fanciness went to a whole other level when Eleanor compared her version of it.
Some women there had numerous ruffles and embellishments of diamonds scattered around their clothing and the men had very stiff looking garments. No one looked entirely comfortable, physically or socially. Nonetheless, she smiled brightly and let her eyes wander to see if Margaret was here yet.
Fortunately she was and not-so-surprisingly, she was stuffing her face with the delicacies that were offered to everyone there. She suddenly turned around to see Eleanor staring at her as she did so. She stopped her hungry actions and rushed over to hug her, or more like, squeeze the ever so bright life out of her.
