Simple Secrets || N. Mikaelson
He was a King without a Queen.
She was a Queen without her crown.
Two halves of the same soul, destined to be together forever.
~.~.~
Talia Monroe lived a life of segregation and loneliness. She was born in 1948, left at an orphanage mere hours after her birth, and then adopted before being abandoned again four times. Her life was a mess, she was alone, a street rat. Until she met him.
Klaus Mikaelson had lived a life of fear. Fear of his father, fear of abandonment, fear of being alone. His siblings always ended up betraying him, leaving him with the unfortunate chore of daggering them and falling back into his lonely path. For a thousand years he had lived like this and any remaining joy of his immortality was straining away. Then he met her.
They were the perfect match. The path that lead to happiness. They grew closer and closer, becoming practically attached at the hip for thirty years. She was the light that fired up his soul. He was the knight that kept the monsters at bay.
