(12/29/2018)
''We have calcium in our bones,
iron in our veins,
carbon in our souls,
and nitrogen in our brains.
93 percent stardust,
with souls made of flames,
we are all just stars that have people names.''
- Nikita Gill.
AFTER THE DRAMATIC END OF THE WAR OF THE ROSES, 1485'S ENGLAND BURNS WITH UNSPOKEN TENSION. With a new King on the rise, the English Court furiously plots and schemes for ways to rise, and while the nobles dance and feast in the name of peace with knifes hidden beneath their sleeves, the streets silently grow more agitated; hunger, sickness and the old post-war misery sinking deep within the weary souls of the people.
It is in this scenary that Niklaus Mikaelson makes his first appearance in British soil in a hundred years. Having once more hurriedly escaped the clutches of old family feuds, the man had been led by rumours of a large, white stone of exquisite nature being placed above a princess' chest, and now found himself inside the Royal Palace, waiting on the best oportunity to take what he wanted.
The palace, however, housed others than he, and within it's halls walked Elizabeth of York, the future Queen of England, the possessor of the moonstone, and the entire reason as to why Niklaus was in Brittain in the first place.
Having been dealt her fair share of grief in live, Elizabeth now prepared to marry the King in the name of her House; however, with her sharp eyes of blue and her minucious ears, she also glidded along the games of the Royal Court, trying to take the reins of her life to direct it to a point which's location she was still unsure of.
And figuring it out became all that much harder whenever an exquisite lord made his way into her life.
Thankfully, Niklaus had it all planned out.
"You hoped that I would be the villain of your story... so that you wouldn't have to show your weak side." I stared into the eyes of the monster I loved most, only seeing blackness-not an ounce of emotion behind his glassy eyes. "Love is not weakness, Darling. It's what makes us stronger."
His response cut through the air like a sharpened blade, striking at the core of my being. "Six hundred years of standing by your side. I saw your darkness, your want to kill. You call me the monster? Then what are you, Love?"
***
Priscilla didn't have the happiest life, but neither was it horrid. After meeting a demon of the night, her life takes a tumble. Love, deceit, fear, and trust. The couple had been tested for centuries, but what happens when one day, someone fails? A 600-year-old hybrid and a 1000-year-old original. What could go wrong?
(Fem OC x Klaus Mikaelson)
(No trigger warnings at the moment)
(I in no way own The Vampire Diaries / The Originals or their characters. I only own Priscilla and her story.)