Prologue

England, 1501

My dear Juliet

I do not know if this letter will ever reach you but I feel that I must write it either way. It has been almost a month now since I was brought in this place. I have not spoken a word to my capturers and I never wish to. They have not harmed me; sometimes they even try to show me kindness. Perhaps that is merely a way to make me speak, but nonetheless those moments give me strength.

But the reason why I write this letter, my dear Juliet, is that I know you and I am sure that you wish to find me. As much as I miss you, I beg you not to do that. These people, especially the man who took me, are much worse than our previous master. I can not stress you enough how dangerous they are so I beg you to stay away. I will be alright, I promise you, as long as I know that you are safe. Find happiness, Juliet, you deserve that more than anyone. Please, do not come near this place.

With all my love

Ophelia

Someone was unlocking the door. Quickly she hid the letter and grabbed her embroidery before the door opened and he walked in. She forced herself to sit up her back straight, like a proper lady.

"Good evening, sweetheart," he said smiling charmingly. His appearance was as flawless as always, his blondish hair framed his handsome features perfectly. A demon with the face of an angel. "How are you this evening?"

She didn't say anything, she never did. He smiled and moved next to an armchair where she was sitting.

"You know, sweetheart, you will have to start talking sooner or later, I would prefer sooner," he purred.

She kept her face free from emotions making him sigh.

"So stubborn…" he muttered touching her long dark hair. "Did you treat your previous master like this?"

She ignored him and concentrated on her embroidery. Maybe he had killed her previous master in order to have her but no one could force her to obey, not even him. Her previous master had used Juliet as leverage but fortunately he didn't know about her.

"Sweetheart… Be a good girl and say something."

She pressed her lips together and continued ignoring him. Apparently he lost his temper grabbing her shoulders and yanking her to her feet. She stayed calm, even when he let her see his demon face.

"You will obey me, I promise you," he hissed.

She wasn't afraid of him since he couldn't hurt her. She looked at him indifferently until he finally let her go.

"Fine, we shall do this the hard way then," he stated coldly. "I have all the time in the world."

No, he didn't have, no one did. If there was one thing she had learned during her time on this Earth, it was that there was no such thing than forever. Everything eventually came to an end.

Juliet clenched her fists and looked at the stone castle where the four bloodsucking demons lived. Lord Niklaus, the one who had taken Ophelia, lord Elijah, lady Rebekah and lord Kol, her target. If she had understood correctly, he hadn't lived with the other three for very long but he was definitely her way into that place.

There were guards, humans and demons, so it had taken her days to formulate a plan. Kol was the only one of them who went to the tavern almost every night to drink and take women to the castle with him. They never came back. Fortunately she had a plan. Juliet squished the small bottle in her hand and looked at the castle one more time before heading to the tavern. It was almost dark so Kol should be there in any moment.

"Hold on, Ophelia," she whispered. "I am coming."