AN: I honestly don't know why I'm so obsessed with AU Klaroline but I am. Anyways, this is a short snippet of medieval time Caroline and Klaus where Caroline is a notorious thief who stole from the noble callous Duke Klaus. Honestly, this idea came up when I watched Casanova, sweet movie you guys should watch it. Anyways, hope you like it!


It was the age of chivalry and courting, the age when women were enigmatic and allusive and men were cunning and charming – where their velvet, seductive voices would dance around the women's ears and entice their every pleasure.

The age of the rare, epic love.

There she stood, stoically gazing around the room through her mask wearing that sinister crimson red dress of hers. He glanced towards her, basking in the contradiction of innocence and sins she upheld, examining the blonde curls cascading over her shoulder.

She felt his gaze on her, tingling her skin – he always had that effect on her, igniting a dormant fire in her. She walked over towards him, in the mindset that she was in control – Oh how foolish she was. The smell of sweet roses enticed his senses and he turned to meet a playful smirk played on lush, rosy lips. She placed a hand over his before leaning close to his ear, using her mask as a barrier to hide from the public.

"Have you missed me, Niklaus?" Her voice dropped into a low bewitching tone, the way his name rolled off her tongue sent a rush of unfamiliar warmth in him. He heard the small scoff escape her lips and could feel that signature smirk of hers as she placed a chaste kiss on his rugged cheeks. A devilish grin spread across his face as he gripped her hand tighter, grazing his fingers over her knuckles.

"What are you doing here sweetheart? If they catch you—" Her sigh of exasperation intervened in his speech before she slouched back into the chair reverting to her usual un-lady like manner.

"When will you learn Nik? They'll never catch me, I'm unattainable." She said smugly fueling into his amusement in her, "And since when did you care for the law?" She asked leaning into him, plopping her head on her hands, "Have you gone good one me?" He let out a reverberating chuckle.

"Love," He closed the space between them, "I am the monster mothers tell their children to beware of. You're a mere thief." He taunted.

"Ah I may be a mere thief, but I've stolen something precious to you." She tapped his chest and gave him a special endearing smile that she only gave to him and the urge to capture those lips with his amplified within him. He knew what she was saying is true, he knew she was the reason he cared again, felt again and he knew as much as he wanted to hate her…he couldn't. He grabbed her finger and intertwined his hand with hers.

"Oh sweet, naïve Caroline, there was nothing to steal to begin with."