Hello everyone, this is my new TVD story. I am a major Klaroline shipper and I couldn't help but start this story. I hope you all enjoy it.
I don't own anything
The 100th episode stuff was pure gold and I do hope they ship her off to New Orleans because she needs to be queen of the French quarter!
Prolog
1864
"Ma'am the carriage has arrived." I stood from my work bench and adjusted my curls. I Caroline Forbes was hosting the Mikaelson Family over the summer season and I couldn't be more excited. I have heard stories of the infamous family. The eldest son Elijah, sweet natured and kind. Niklaus ruthless and apparently downright handsome. Rebekah. Well not much has been told to me about the sister. I moved quickly through the plantation sized home on the east side of New Orleans. My lady's maid opened the door and led me out into the bright sun.
A woman with long blonde hair stepped down first, her chiffon dress blowing in the wind. She was followed by a handsome man. His features spoke elegance and serenity. Elijah I guessed. That's when my world stopped moving momentarily. He stepped gracefully out of the carriage. His shaggy blond hair perfect, his bright blue eyes much like my own shone in the sun. Niklaus Mikaelson. I knew who he was straight away. "Thank you for having us Miss. Forbes." Elijah said as he grasped my hand in a polite shake. I tore my gaze from his brother and focused on him for a moment.
"It is my pleasure Lord Mikaelson. Lady Mikaelson, I hope you find your time here enjoyable." I said to Rebekah after I spoke with Elijah.
"Yes I do hope so to." She replied as she passed me and walked in the door. My lady's maid ushered her up to her room. I stood on the stoop waiting for Niklaus like any good host would do.
"Lord Mikaelson, welcome to my home. I hope you will find yourself very comfortable here." I smiled a bright smile at him as he grasped my hand gently and kissed the top of it in respect.
"I believe I will Lady Caroline. And thank you for having us." His accent made my knees weak. I let him pass me before I moved into the parlor and picked up my book. Of course I wasn't able to focus on it and kept scrolling down the same page. I could feel the heat rising in my body as his scent over came my senses. I didn't dare look up yet as I knew my normally pale face was bright red. "Lady Caroline, may I join you in the parlor for some quiet reading time?" He asked his voice dripping with his English accent.
Finally I looked up to meet his eyes. "Of course my Lord." He chuckled slightly.
"Please call me Klaus."