Hi lovely readers, I'm back with a new fanfic. To those who read my other fanfic 'Destined to love you', I'm in the midst of finishing up the chapter. I just couldn't get this new idea out of my head and had to get it down.

Lately, I've been hooked on historical English dramas such as The Tudors and White Queen and this fanfic was inspired from those series.


In Love with the King

Chapter 1: First Meeting

Sixteenth Century~

Linlithgow Palace, Scotland

A knock on the door brought the Princess of Scotland out of her reverie.

"Come in," the princess replied.

"Your Royal Highness," one of her ladies in waiting bowed. "His Majesty wants to have a word with you."

"Father?" the princess asked.

"Yes, your highness. His majesty is waiting for you in his study room."

The princess nodded, "You may go."

"Yes, your highness," Jane bowed, going back to wait outside her chambers.

Caroline looked at herself in her vanity once more before leaving her chambers. She made her way towards the other end of the castle with her ladies in waiting and knocked on the door.

"Come in," the king answered.

"Father, you requested to see me?" Caroline asked entering the room.

"Caroline, my darling," the king smiled turning to face his only daughter.

"Mother," she smiled towards the queen.

"Caroline, honey," the queen started softly, "Why don't you take a seat?" The queen suggested as all three of them sat down in the settee.

"Is something wrong?" The princess asked her parents.

"We think it's time for you to marry."

She looked at her parents disbelieving. They couldn't be serious! "But I'm not even of aged yet."

"You turn eighteen next week," the king countered. "This is not a request Caroline," the king said standing up.

"Mother." Caroline turned to her mother. "You can't be serious," she pleaded.

Liz felt her heart break at the sight of her daughter. She shook her head," Your father is right. You will be marrying Prince Niklaus Mikaelson in a week."

"Please don't do this to me," Caroline stood up, tears already forming. "Anyone but him, please father."

"Enough," Bill bellowed. "There won't be any discussion regarding this matter. You have been betrothed to Prince Niklaus since birth. You know that."

At this point, Caroline was full on sobbing. She couldn't believe her parents were sending her off to marry that sick bastard. She had heard numerous rumors regarding the prince and none of it had been a pleasant one. "Please mother, I don't want to marry him."

"Listen closely Caroline," Bill shouted, his patience long gone. "This is not your decision to make. This marriage would bring both our nations together, protecting us from France. Prince Niklaus's coronation is in a month and when he is King of England, you would be Queen of England. Do you understand me? You should be grateful you silly girl."

"Am I just a means of power to you? A pawn in your quest for power?" she cried out. "Do you not care about my happiness?"

"Of course I care about your happiness. I was wise enough to have you betrothed to the prince so many years ago. This betrothal is the best decision your mother and I have ever made. Do you know how many other princesses are yearning to marry him? He would be King in a month," Bill was shouting now.

"They can have him then," she countered. "I don't want anything to do with that monster."

Bill was in front of her face in a flash, grabbing her shoulders, "Watch what you say girl!"

"He's a cold blooded murderer! A bloodsucking monster," she bit back.

In one motion, the king had released her and smacked her across the cheek. Her cheek stung and there was a ringing in her ears. His palm connected squarely with the side of her face. Bill glared at her, nostrils flaring, his shoulders rising and falling with each breath.

Tears filled the princess's eyes and slipped down her cheeks. Her father had never laid a hand on her before. She couldn't believe her own father just hit her.

"This is final. No more discussion on this subject. You are to wed Prince Niklaus Mikaelson next week," Bill repeated. "You should be honored that you're getting this opportunity to become the next Queen of England, you silly girl.

"Please mother," Caroline literally begged. "Don't do this to me! Please."

Liz couldn't bear to see her daughter crying. She looked away ignoring her pleas. "You are a princess and it is your duty to do what's best for your country," Liz told her softly.

"Enough," Bill shouted. "You are to wed the prince next week, end of discussion."

"I hate you," Caroline shouted, and ran off before Bill could say another word.

"Maybe we should cancel this betrothal…"Liz started after a while.

"No," Bill stated firmly. "We need this alliance with England and a marital alliance is the best way to go. She will understand that this is for her own good one day."

"Are you sure it's safe though Bill? I've also heard rumors about the royal family being bloodsucking monsters and Prince Niklaus happens to be the most ruthless out of his siblings. Are you sure we are not sending our daughter into a lion's dent?"

"There is no such thing as vampires. They are just rumors, " Bill replied firmly.

Liz knew there was no point arguing as once Bill set his mind on something, it was unlikely to change. She could only hope Caroline would understand their decision.

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"Come in," Caroline called out in between sobs from her bed.

"Your highness," a soft voice muttered closing the doors behind her.

"Bonnie," the princess smiled seeing her best friend who was the Duchess of Britanny.

"Is something bothering you, your highness," Bonnie asked seeing the princess's tear stained face.

"I told you not to call me that," Caroline mumbled between sobs. "I'm to be married to Prince Niklaus next week."

"That's wonderful," Bonnie took a seat beside her.

"No it isn't. I don't want to be married to a monster like him. You heard the rumors right?" Caroline asked still sobbing away.

"I'm sure he won't be that bad," the brunette answered.

"Why can't I choose someone I want to marry? I don't even know this man."

"Because you are a princess and I'm sure this is what's best for you."

"You sound just like the king. I hate him. I'm just some pawn in his quest for power," the blonde continued tearing.

"Don't say that about your father. I'm certain he's doing what's best for you. Think of it this way, you're going to be the Queen of England. Do you know how many people wish to be crowned Queen of England?"

"If you think it's such a grand title, why don't you take my place instead? I have no interest in becoming Queen."

"Firstly, I'm not a princess, I can't just marry the prince even if I wanted to. And secondly, I'm not the one betrothed to him since birth. Come on Care, at least give it a chance. You haven't even met him and you're already making assumptions. Who knows, you might enjoy becoming queen and end up loving him."

"Sometimes I wish I wasn't a princess and I could just do what ever I like. I want to marry a man I love, not through some betrothal," she sighed slowly accepting the fact.

"You never know, you might fall in love with the prince. I heard he is a fine looking young man, about twenty five years of age," Bonnie replied.

"There's not much I can do but accept this is actually happening. I'm to be married to a man I've never met before in a week," the princess said solemnly.

"Look at the bright side, I've heard court life there would be luxurious."

"Would you like to come to court with me? I don't think I can do this alone. I would love it if my best friend could be by my side," Caroline looked at Bonnie.

"Of course. I would love to," the brunette smiled giving her best friend a hug.

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Greenwich Palace, England

"Nik," the English princess barged into her older brother's bedchambers without knocking. "Oh God," she stumbled slightly at the sight before her.

Klaus was feeding off a naked brunette while fondling with her breasts. He ignored his little sister's sudden interruption and continued to drain the woman dry. Once he was done, he threw the body aside and wiped his bloodstain lips. "To what do I owe this surprise Bekah?"

"Father wants to have a word with you, now."

"And what have I done to offend the old man this time," he grumbled buttoning his doublet before following his sister towards the throne room.

"Took you long enough boy," Mikael grumbled while taking a swig of his mead.

"Father," the prince nodded.

"You will wed the Princess of Scotland next week," Mikael announced.

"Fine," Klaus replied knowing it was no use to argue with his father.

"I mean it Niklaus. Don't screw this up like usual," the king barked. "I don't want a dead princess in my palace."

"Sure," Klaus replied indifferently.

"Niklaus, I'm serious here. Scotland is our best alliance against France. Don't ruin it. The royal Scottish family has only one daughter and if you screw up this marital alliance, you are as good as dead to me," Mikael reminded.

"I understand."

"Good. Your coronation is next month. I don't want anymore dead bodies piling up boy," Mikael lectured. "Those petty humans have been nothing but a nuisance these days. But I can't have them knowing that vampires exist."

"Yes, father," he replied emotionlessly.

"You are dismiss," Mikael replied taking another swig of his drink. "If I had my way, the throne would never fallen to that boy," the king muttered to himself.

Klaus knew that he was last on Mikael's list to be crowned king. Mikael had always been distasteful to him since young and five hundred years later, his father still held the same hatred towards him. He was only next in line to be king because Finn was dead and Elijah had married the Spain's princess instead. Elijah was supposed to be next in line but since the Spain's king and queen passed away, Elijah was now King of Spain, which allowed Klaus to be next in line for the throne. He knew Mikael would love more than anything to continue ruling the kingdom but the humans were getting suspicious of them and a non- aging king would surely bring more unwanted attention on the family.

He sighed going back to his bedchambers. He wanted to be king and get rid of Mikael once and for all. He was sick of his abusive father. Once he was king, he would do everything in his power to break the awful curse his parents placed on him. And once he was a hybrid again, he was going to kill his parents who had lock his werewolf side away. He smirked as he thought of ways to extract his revenge.

He wasn't surprised that his father wanted him to marry the Scottish princess. He knew about the betrothal years ago, he just didn't know that the day had finally arrived. Oh well. She would come in handy in his lust for power.

"Nik," Kol stood up from Klaus's bed.

"What do you want Kol? And why are you in my chambers?"

"I heard your getting married next week to the Scottish princess," Kol grinned.

"And your point is?"

"I heard she's a gorgeous beauty. Maybe we can share her? I'm tired of Bekah's ladies in waiting and there doesn't seem to be any other beauties."

"Do whatever you want Kol," Klaus replied distractedly. He held no interest in his future wife. If Kol wanted to bed her, he could have his way. Personally, Klaus found no point in sleeping with his future wife since he would never be able to provide her with a child, considering he was already dead…undead. "You can have her for all I care, just as long she remains alive."

"Thanks Nik," Kol smiled before leaving Klaus's chambers.

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The week flew by swiftly and before the princess knew it, she was bidding farewell to her parents and her home.

"We'll see you during the wedding honey," the queen smiled giving her daughter a light kiss on her forehead.

"Your majesty," she curtsied towards her father. Caroline had yet to speak to her father since the day he hit her and she wasn't going to if he didn't apologize.

"Wait, Caroline," his majesty gripped her wrist as she was turning around. "I'm sorry for hitting you and I promise you this is what is best for you. You will thank me in the future."

"I know," she nodded. Caroline had accepted that this was her duty as a princess during the week and nothing she said or do would change anything.

She gave one last longing glance towards her family from her carriage before the horses took off.

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It took four exhausting days to get to London from Scotland. If it wasn't for the luxurious carriage and Bonnie, Caroline would have died of boredom.

"Your highness, we're here," Edward their coachman opened the door while holding his hand to help the princess.

"Thank you, Edward." It felt remarkable to finally step on London grounds. Caroline smiled breathing in the fresh air.

"Your highness," the an unfamiliar man bowed. "Matthew Donovan at your service. I'm the Lord President of the Council."

"His majesty and her majesty are waiting for you in the throne room. I'll show you the way."

"Thank you, Lord Matthew," Caroline nodded following his lead as he led her through the gardens.

As they walked through the gardens, Caroline couldn't help but be awed at the structural designs. The castle was slightly bigger than her home but it had a totally different vibe. This castle had a lovely and massive garden whereas her home was set in a park and beside a loch. The inside of the castle was also unlike anything she had ever seen. For starters, they were too many people here at court. It seems they were having some sort of feast. Overall they had a different ambience.

"Right this way, your highness," the Lord President of the Council guided. He led her to a massive set of close doors, opening them.

"Your majesty," he bowed towards the current King and Queen of England. "May I present the Princess of Scotland, Princess Caroline."

"Your majesty," Caroline curtsied before taking a look at the royal couple. She was slightly taken aback at how young they looked. The couple looked like they were in their early forties which didn't make much sense seeing as they took over the throne around two decades ago and they were said to have been past their thirties then. She felt that nagging feeling that they were not human return. How was it possible that they still looked so young!

"Caroline," the king smiled happily getting off from his throne. "It's great to finally see you in person. You're getting more beautiful by the day," the king complimented.

"Thank you," she smiled her cheeks flushing slightly.

"A beautiful woman indeed," the queen added, giving her a smile. "I'm sure you're eager to meet your future husband." Esther called out towards the clan of people hurdling at the side, "Niklaus."

Caroline didn't know what she was expecting but it was definitely not this. She felt another presence beside her and turned to take a glimpse at him. "This is my son, Niklaus," the queen introduced.

Bonnie was wrong, he wasn't just fine looking. He was absolutely gorgeous with those blue eyes and curly blonde locks. She had seen many good-looking young men but none of them could be compared to the man standing before her. Get a grip of yourself she mentally scolded herself. This man is a monster. A bloodsucking monster.

"Niklaus, this is your future wife, Caroline," Esther continued introducing.

"Princess of Scotland, it's finally nice to meet you," Klaus smirked lifting her hand and pressing a lingering kiss to the back of it.

The young princess was taken aback with his sudden touch. Slightly by the gesture but mostly at how cold his hands felt. Caroline withdrew her hand back almost immediately. She stuttered, "Your highness."

"Call me Klaus," he smirked at her uncomfortable stance. "It's nice to meet my wife."

Caroline did not answer, feeling rather uncomfortable in his presence.

"I assumed Caroline here would like to rest after her long journey," Esther stepped in.

"Niklaus why don't you show your wife to her chambers," Mikael added.

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Caroline was cursing inwardly as she followed Klaus around the castle to her chambers. Why couldn't Lord Matthew show her to her quarters instead? There was just something seriously off about the royal family especially Klaus. She felt uncomfortable being around him. Why did his hands feel so cold? Were the rumors true? That he really was a vampire? The thought terrified her, was he going to kill her.

The prince could feel the distance his future wife was keeping. She kept to herself while he guided her towards the West end of the castle where all the bedchambers were situated.

"This is it," he pushed the set of burgundy doors opened. "I hope it's to your liking."

"Thank you, your highness."

"Please, enough with the formalities. We are to be married in two days, Caroline," he smirked.

"Thank you Klaus," Caroline threw him a small smile.

"If you need any help at all, my bedchamber's just across from yours," he gestured towards the opposite set of mahogany doors. "I'll leave you to it. Dinner's at seven see you then love."

She heaved a sigh of relief when Klaus left. She had a feeling he wasn't an ordinary human. He was most definitely a devil in disguise. She had heard a number of different rumors about the prince. Some say he was a creature of the night, some say he was a werewolf, and some say he was both. But everyone agreed that he was an egotistical, lustful, harsh, ruthless and womanizing prince. Even though he is gorgeous, he is a monster, she reminded herself.

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Klaus flashed into his bedchamber, closing the door behind him. His fingers shook as placed the latch on its lock. He leaned against the door calming his breath and working to process his thoughts. What was happening to him?

His undead heart started beating the moment he laid eyes on the blonde princess. She was the most beautiful woman he had every laid eyes on. He had been with countless of attractive women over the centuries but none of them could compare to her. She had left him breathless. She was dressed in a crimson red long sleeves gown. The dress had a pretty lacey, ruffled bodice revealing just the swell of her creamy breasts and accentuating her curves. He was truly stunned at her astounding beauty.

If Esther had not snapped him out of his reverie, he would have ogled at her unashamedly. When she spoke, he was once more blown away. She had a soft and melodic voice fitting for an angel. She was truly an angel. Besides that, he had also felt a spark when he touched her. Those soft petite hands felt perfect in his.

This was bad. He was starting to develop fondness for her. It had to stop. He had to focus on breaking his curse. Caroline would just be a distraction nothing more. She would just be tool he needed for appearance sake as he needed the alliance against France. Love was a vampire's greatest weakness he reminded himself.

He could not and would not fall in love with her. No, he was better than that. He would have to be more careful around her. He could feel her uneasiness around him and something told him she knew more than she was letting on.

All this worrying was frustrating. He needed an outlet to release his anger. "Thierry," he called one of his guards.

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"Come in," Klaus called as he heard the knock.

"You called for me your highness," a voice purred curtsying.

The prince did not even glance at the new guest. "Take off that dress," he commanded nursing his drink. When she had stripped fully, Klaus roughly pushed her back towards his bed.

"A little eager there, your highness," she teased.

Klaus kicked off his breeches and climb on top of her. Without warning, he plunged deep inside of her. He continued pushing himself deeper within her with each thrust. "Tatia," he groaned when he felt her wet walls clamping hard around his member.

With two more thrusts, his release came and he shot his undead seed into her. That definitely took the edge off, he mused. He pushed her to the side once he was done. "You may leave now."

Tatia looked at the prince questioningly. He was never like that towards her. Though they engaged in rough sex quite frequently, he had never dismissed her right away after sex.

Klaus looked at the time, it was close to seven. He picked up his discarded breeches and started slipping it back on. Tatia had also finished dressing herself when he was done.

He opened his chamber's doors and stopped when the door across to his opened as well.

Caroline gave him a slight smile at this unexpected coincidence but it slowly turned into a frown when she saw the disheveled brunette behind him. It didn't take a genius to figure out what had transpired between them. She closed her door and made her way downstairs without throwing him another glance.

The rumors were true. He disgusted her. How could he sleep with another woman when he knew she was just living right across from him? She swore to herself that she was not going to end up like those whores. She was not giving away her virginity to him. If they end up getting married, fine but it would never be consummated. Caroline was never going to let that happen. It would be even better if their sleeping arrangement could remain this way, she thought as he took a seat beside her inside the dining room.

She ignored him, playing with her fingers instead. He couldn't understand why, but he felt the need to explain the situation earlier to her. "About earlier, he started."

She cut him off, "It's fine. You don't need to explain yourself to me. You have needs, I understand."

The prince scoffed about to respond when the doors flew open and in came his brother.

"You must be Princess Caroline," Kol took a seat beside her casually. 'I'm Kol by the way. The more good looking and charming prince," he smiled taking her hand up for a kiss. "You are one gorgeous woman," he winked. "Those portraits I've seen don't do your beauty justice," he grinned lasciviously.

Caroline smiled meekly feeling uneasy with the way he was looking at her.

"So how do you find court?" the young prince asked making conversation.

"It's different than my home," she replied not looking him in the eye.

"If you need anything at all, I would be more than happy to help you," the younger prince wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

Caroline was appalled by the young prince's behavior. Was he openly insinuating he wanted her in his bed? She looked to her soon to be husband, hoping he would come to her defense but Klaus seemed calm and unaffected by the younger prince's comment. Of course he would be calm, she told herself. What was she expecting! She was just another woman to warm his bed. He held no affection towards her.

She had enough! She wasn't going to sit around and drown herself in a pity party any longer. She was a princess! She didn't need Klaus; she was perfectly fine on her own. She could easily win the hearts of the people without him seeing as how the people of Scotland adored her. She had decided that she wouldn't expect anything from this marriage. And once the time was right, she would seek an annulment. She didn't want to trap herself in a loveless marriage especially not with a monster like him.

T.B.C

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