Her Majesty // Mikaelson

The Quarter is quiet. Marcellus controls the vampires. The wolves live like outcasts in the Bayou. The Witches have a rocky peace with the vampires.

The Mikaelsons raise Hope in their family home. All is peaceful, quiet despite the minor disputes.

However the newest Scottish visitors have a long history that they plan on bringing to town.

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"They don't like the idea of new vampires in New Orleans." He reports shamefully, holding his head downwards. The butler seemed as though fearing for his life.

I hold the lavender ball gown up to my chest, looking at myself in the floor length mirror. "On the contrary, dear Joseph," I pause, listening as my sweet Scottish accented voice floats around the room in tranquility​. I turn to him, my ice eyes resting on him. "We are very, very old vampires."

I drop the dress, and the butler looks up in fear. My movements are as fast as a striking snake, tearing out his throat in such a swift movement there's barely any mess.

I look into his eyes as he raises his hands to his neck, falling to the ground in a light thump. I walk back and pick up the lavender dress, admiring my smiling reflection in the mirror as the tragically human butler bleeds out onto the expensive Russian rug.

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Some plot lines and moments of the Originals has been altered for this story. Camille is human (alive). Marcel is not a super vamp. However, Hope is seven years old.

I only own the events and Characters I design, the rest all belong to the CW and the wonderful writers.

Edit:: The Title has been changed from Casket Crowns to Her Majesty
The reasoning is that the characters designed in this story are being used in a series of novels that will NOT be fan fictions. If you're interested in Merida and her brothers furthermore, stay tuned for the actual Fiction/Fantasy book I'll publish on my profile.

August 10, 2020 UPDATE: This story is old, I started it several years ago and therefore has many flaws. Read at your own risk.