FROZEN HEART • elijah mikaelson

8 | MY LADY

CHAPTER EIGHT : my lady

Tired as she might, Emerita was much less surprised by the story of Kol dying – which she already knew of since the death of an Original spreads through the supernatural community like wildfire – and coming back to life, only to die again – this time by his own brother’s hand, was something else to witness.

Emerita found a dress relatively quickly, went back to the Compound, where she was told by Freya that Klaus still wasn’t home and Elijah stepped out of get his tuxedo. Emerita thanked her and headed up to her temporary bedroom, and laid the newly bought dress and high heels – because while she had previously owned several pairs, she didn’t pack any of them in the luggage that she brought with her to New Orleans, not thinking that they would be the most suitable to wear while dealing with a life threatening prophecy.

Luckily, she remembered her make up and hairstyling products and equipment – both of which she rarely to never uses, but always takes with her, just in case the desire to doll herself up came – and made her way into the walk-in closet to get the only unpacked suitcase left. She zipped it open and was faced with make-up cases, a curling iron, a straightener, a rarely used hairdryer (Emerita has always been a fan of airdrying her hair), brushes and combs of all shapes and sizes – more than half of which she’s never even used before.

With a sigh, Emerita got to work.

Four hours later, night has fallen and Emerita put on her high heels to finish her look. She could hear Elijah and Klaus talking somewhere softly downstairs. They had a whole plan for this evening, and Emerita was a little nervous. What if they get figured out? Or what if something goes horribly wrong? Emerita soothed herself with the thought that Tristan doesn’t have the weapon that can kill an Original.

She took a deep, steadying breath and walked out of her room.

Elijah’s head turned towards the stairs the moment he heard her footsteps coming closer and he froze. His heart went haywire, his stomached flipped itself as he watched his wife descend down the stairs, looking like a angel. A pure white gown that fitted perfectly, hair curled – the top half pinned up with pearl hairpins while the bottom half cascaded over her back and collarbone. He couldn’t think or speak, completely breathless and tongue-tied by her appearance. But something inside of him was also finally at rest, having Emerita so close to him after longing for her for a thousand years. She might not be his in every sense of the word, but he was determined to win her back. He doesn’t want to – knows that he can’t – live without her for another thousand years.

Klaus silently disappeared when Emerita stood a few feet away from his brother. As much as he wants to help them get back together, he really didn’t want to see them making gooey eyes at each other, staring at the other like they held the secrets of the universe in their eyes or some sappy shit like that.

“What are you staring at?” Emerita asked, her voice coming out snappier than intended – she was unnerved by Elijah’s silent staring and piercing gaze that rested on her and she could feel blood rushing to her cheeks and ears.

“You look . . .” Elijah spoke slowly, as if he was in a trance, sounding breathless. “-incredibly beautiful.” He managed to string the words together, by some twist of grace that was nothing short of a divine miracle.

“T-thank you.” Emerita stuttered, flustered by the sincere compliment from her husband. She looked down at the ground, trying to get her heart beat under control.