Mrs Mikaelson

Chapter 43

It was a good thing that they were all so exhausted and got a good night's sleep because the next day, the Mikaelsons spent it negotiating a peace treaty with all the warring factions of New Orleans, both human and supernatural. And naturally, Elijah spearheaded the peace talks. Isa was more than happy to stay out of negotiations and enjoy a couple more hours in bed until Nik dragged her out of bed. He trusted his brother and his son to be capable enough to handle the meeting for a moment, he preferred being fashionably late anyway.

Nik led his wife to an apartment block a couple of streets away from the compound where he revealed that he bought the entire building. And inside that building, resided his werewolf clan.
It was almost as if they sensed Nik coming as the doors of each floor opened and people came out to introduce themselves. And Nik greeted each and every person in the building by name - there had to be at least 80 of them inside the building. And each and every one of them, even the small children that clung to their parent's legs, they all pledged to help protect her child. They all made that promise, not just to help repay Nik for all his kindness, but because their baby was part of their bloodline, their baby was part of their pack. And a pack protects their own.

That had been why Nik wanted to be late to the meeting. He wanted his wife to meet the people he wanted to fight for. He wanted his wife to understand why he wanted to give his family a seat at the table. He wanted her to hear some of their stories, to understand some of the things they'd been through, so they could finally have some security, so they could have some support, some safety, and for the first time, some stability. Because from the minute Mikael killed Nik's biological father and slaughtered part of his pack, the surviving wolves had fled from state to state, forsaken from finding sanctuary anywhere as all other wolves believed them to have started a war that got countless others killed.

So, with a wolf named Julian who the pack had nominated as their alpha and faction leader, Isa and Nik marched into the meeting and demanded that the werewolves be considered a faction. They wanted the wolves to be involved in all major decisions in the Quarter, they wanted the wolves to be untouched and not persecuted and safe. They wanted equality. And with Nik and Isa on their side, they got it.

Julian signed the peace treaty on behalf of the wolves before representatives of all the other factions, the witches, vampires, and humans, signed, along with all of the Originals.

And as the members of the newfound council began to disperse to report what had happened to their factions, Nik and Isa grinned at each other. They still had one more card up their sleeve to play.

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A small celebration had commenced at the news that a peace treaty had been reached with all the members of the city, both supernatural and non, for now, New Orleans was that much safer before baby Mikaelson arrived.

It was now the next day and Isa had stirred in her bed to find the other half cold and empty. Her eyes opened a little wider in search of her husband who stood at the foot of the bed with a canvas set on an easel. And on the canvas was a rather ethereal painting of his wife's figure as she slept, wrapped only in their blue silk sheets.

"You're up early," Isa yawned as she stretched, and Nik smiled at her.

"Can't help it when inspiration strikes," he reasoned as he continued to paint. "Don't move. I'm almost done," he said, and Isa smiled as stretched again before turning her head to the side and closing her eyes. She could hear the soft sound of Nik's dexterous brush strokes on the canvas and the dripping of water as he cleaned his brush and thinned his paints. She wondered what kind of picturesque portrait of herself he was creating. And for a girl who grew up for nearly a quarter of her life being dressed in scraps and thinking that she was ugly, his paintings of her always healed something inside. Nik's paintings were nothing short of beautiful and her heart always squeezed in her chest just a little when she saw the most stunning renditions of herself immortalised on a canvas.