𝐖𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄, klaus mikaelson

[ CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN ]

1821, New Orleans

Wrapped up in a warm winter coat, Marcel anxiously walked along the streets of New Orleans, small hands tucked in his pockets, clutching the coins Mr Elijah had given him a while back.

It felt strange, wondering the streets on his lonesome, as a free boy, no longer shackled by the rope ties of his biological father.

As he walked along, he didn't take notice of the wary glances the privileged of New Orleans sent his way. They were all scared of getting on the wrong side of Mr Klaus and his family.

His desired destination was soon ahead of him, he could smell the shop before he had even arrived. The fresh aroma of flowers was strong as Marcel pulled the coins out of the pocket.

The woman on the store was old with kind eyes and short, white curly hair. Upon spotting the small boy approaching, the old woman stood from her stool, sending him a gentle smile.

If she was surprised that a boy of his colour was wearing such expensive clothes and holding coins, she didn't show it. Perhaps she'd also heard what had happened.

Marcel's hazel eyes glided over the many bouquets of flowers, there were all sorts of shades, scents and types; how would he know which ones his mama would like?

He wanted to get her a present, to thank her for everything she had done alone for him.

Of course, Mr Klaus had done so much for him as well, which as why he was going to get him some paint.

Shifting on his feet nervously, Marcel licked his lips.

"Mam, I want to get some flowers for my mama, but- I don't know which ones she'll like best." Marcel spoke shyly as the old lady leaned forward across the stall to hear him better.

Nodding her head, she sent him a reassuring smile.

"Oh, why don't you get her some roses? All women love roses, and lucky for you I've got them in all sorts of colours; red, pink, white, yellow, even blue!" The woman grinned, motioning towards the bouquets at the front.

Marcel glanced at them, they were very pretty, and they smelt good too. He hoped his mama would like them. When he nodded, the woman continued. "What colour, son?"

Pointing at the red roses, Marcel decided them as she nodded, wrapping the flowers up as he placed the coins on the side.

His mama had a lot of red dresses, so surely she'd appreciate red flowers.

Handing the flowers over to Marcel, the woman counted the coins as he held the flowers carefully, making sure not to squash them.

Placing several coins in her tin, she sent Marcel a smile before handing him some smaller coins back, which he clumsily shoved in his pocket.

"Your mama's going to love the flowers, son. Now you have a nice day." The woman smiled, waving a hand at him as he headed back down the road.

He had his flowers for mama, now he just needed to get some paint for Mr. Klaus; he only hoped he would have enough coins to buy it with.

As he continued walking down the street, he barely watched where he was going, caught up in his thoughts.

He hoped his mama would love the flowers he'd chosen- with help from the elderly lady- for her.

Hopefully it would show her how much he loved and appreciated her- Marcel was snapped out of his thoughts as he stumbled, pale hands landing on his shoulders to steady him.