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chapter twenty-two the bloody crown
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THE SPACE IN which was always occupied by Esme when Klaus' eyes had fluttered open within the morning was found to be empty, bringing him to his immediate concern as he propped himself onto his elbows. Klaus' concern begun to run when his eyes didn't fall onto his fiancé, who seemed to be nowhere present. He did worry for her, knowing that Marcel's loss was something of heartbreak, and it was to take time before either of them could heal again. But healing had seemed fathomable, it seemed mythically and they were all creatures of the impossible.
Klaus' morning was in hope of finding his fiancé, hoping that he was able to be the comfort in which she had needed within the morning. It was surprising that he had closed his eyes during the night, unaware that Esme had laid on her back, staring deeply into the ceiling as sleep wasn't of thought. When her eyes closed the night had played over and over again. She saw Elijah ripping out Marcel's chest and him falling over the edge of the bridge, she saw herself and Klaus searching for his body in which the current had taken. It all played for too loudly.
So, Esme had begun her morning earlier than she usually did. Not only was Marcel's death really haunting that it had disrupted sleep the fact that Elijah had believed he had saved Esme, had been thing that haunted her also. Elijah's intentions were not out of a spite, it was out of protection. Esme was believed to have supposedly thanked Elijah, but as she continued to think about the predicament and the prophecy, she knew that there was always another way and that Marcel didn't have to die.
The Mikaelson had begun to find the absent of his baby boy, his crib empty bringing to his brows knitting together in confusion as he felt it was necessary to using his hearing. Isaac's gentle and innocent sounds were heard, and Klaus had belief that it would lead him to his fiancé, hoping he could be of her comfort and let her know she is not walking through Marcel's loss alone.
However, Oscar was kneeling before his little brother, playing with the toys that he had taken from the nursery for Isaac's entertainment. The fact that Oscar and Isaac were bonding was a beautiful thing but it had drove Klaus to questioning. Oscar was aware of his father's presence that brought him from looking away from his little brother to Klaus who's brows were furrowed in confusion. "Where's your mother?"
"She needed space." Oscar stated before he had picked up Isaac, grabbing from beneath his arms to rest the one-year-old on his waist. "I offered to look after Isaac while she went out to clear her head."
Klaus had sighed deeply. "Where did she go?"
Oscar shrugged not even having an idea. "I-I don't know. She didn't say much."
"She's still coming to terms with Marcel's death," Klaus told and it was as if his son had no idea, when he could see how heavily grieving his mother was. "and during her stage of mourning she shouldn't be alone right now. She needs to be with her family."
