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prologue: Impossible longing

The chambers were being prepared, dozens of servants relentlessly cleaned around the castle. Tonight was a big night. A night on which the entire kingdom's fate reposed. After multiple years of war and conflicts between the most powerful magical creatures to exist, peace appeared finally to be an option.

Moment of history, the witches on one side and the vampires with their hybrid king on the other. They had fought for years. They fought for so long that the reason behind the war became unknown to them. Memories of peace eluded their minds. No one remembered the sound of laughing children or the joyous cry of a new mother. War had brought with it, wrecking pain and misery on both side. Although they couldn't clearly remember how they ended up in the opposite side of a bloodshed, witches and vampires continued to fight.

It started with king Mikael and the original witch Ester. King Mikael, the man in every legend. The hero who subdued the werewolves and the vampires. He successfully created an impossible alliance and forced the vampire and werewolves to work as one. The first king and only king Inner-kingdom had ever known. He had subdued everyone but the witches.

On his path to unify every magical creature, Mikael overlooked the witches. With the abomination he had sired, he offended nature itself and insulted the witches by upsetting the balance. The young king fathered a hybrid, Niklaus Mikealson whilst attempting to create peace with the wolves. Mikael went through extreme length to secure the wolves allegiance and he married one, which would been an insignificant act if he wasn't already married to the original witch Ester.

From his union with the northern werewolf princess, Lady Brianna, a prince and an incentive to war came. Everyone knew about the premise of war but the rest had become a mystery.

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Prince Niklaus' birth sealed the kingdom fate. It was enough to offend the witches. A scorn woman led the first attack, the original witch Ester marched to Inner-Kingdom with her sisters. The war lasted century and partially ended with Mikael slaying Ester. The vampires quickly tamed the remaining witches at the exception of few bastions of rebels led by the Bennett coven.

Now a thousand years later, witches still paid the price of their rebellion, most witches were servant or if lucky enough, they became possible spouses for vampires and wolves. They were no need for warlocks, so with time vampires hunted and purged the warlock's population. There were no males left in any family of witches.

Following the war, only few high families of witches retained and kept their status. The Bennett, the Martin, the Petrova, and the Claire were few in the privileged circle. Those families were on top of the witches' hierarchy. Vampires, werewolves, and humanly indiscriminately feared or respected them.

Tonight in the Bennett household, a new life was born. It was a big deal because there was very few of them left. As a final act of respect and peace, the new king was coming to pay his respects to the newborn. A Bennett hadn't been born since the great purge ten years ago. This little baby was a miracle.

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The servant adamantly cleaned the dust away. Cotton curtains were removed and silk ones replaced them. The floor was polished, since the last royal visit in the Bennett's household, twenty years had passed. The witches never wished for the king's attention. During the war, they were the first one to join ester side. Although the war has ended, they still stood by their positions. Vampires, wolves, and hybrids were abominations. Despite all their belief, tonight, their castle was being polished to receive the king. Not the first and original king, Mikael, but his hybrid bastard who was crowned recently king.

The Bennett witches detested the vampires and possessed a deep-rooted hatred for anything, which disturbed the balance of the nature. The hybrid was the ultimate offense to the nature they swore to protect, though right now, they had no choice but to welcome him. During the war, the entire coven had been decimated, now only few of the women were left. Those Bennett women whom yielded for the sake of peace. All the males were killed. The proud Bennett house had been broken and only rusty foundations were left behind. Nevertheless, never a Bennett has bowed as low as marrying or serving a vampire and that was their greatest difference with other families of witches.

Powerful cries echoed in the entire castle and everyone stopped what they were doing. A woman with long brown tresses ran through the working servants and went to the upstairs floor. She threw a concern look at the baby she birthed a week ago. The little girl was staring back at her beautiful mom but still crying.

Somehow, the cries were less piercing and more composed. Perhaps, she had taken notice of her mother presence. Abby Bennett took her little girl into her arms and started swaying back and forth. The motion always calmed her daughter, but this time it didn't change anything. Young Bonnie was restless. Abby worried she might be hungry, but nothing soothed her daughter's crankiness.

"Mother?" Abby at her turn cried.

Not knowing what to do next after she tried everything to calm her daughter and yet nothing worked. The newborn continued to cry her lungs out. The white of the little baby's eyes had turned crimson red. Her cries sounded hoarse and carried an unknown longing. Abby couldn't handle a minute more of these heavy pain, which was woven in every cry of her daughter let escape.

"What's wrong darling?" The matriarch of the Bennett household, Sheila Bennett said as she walked toward her daughter and her grandchild.

"I don't know mother. She has been restless the entire night and hasn't stopped crying." Abby continued to rock her newborn and yet the cry didn't cease.

"Is there anything wrong with her? Do you think she is sick?" the young woman asked with desperation.

Looking at her own mother through shining eyes, which were filling themselves with tears of worry, Abby felt helpless. Sheila perused her granddaughter. From all she could see, everything appeared to be normal. However, the woman noticed the yearning aura around the little creature. Sheila tried to use her magic to read the child's mind but she had to stop due to the sudden exhaustion that overtook her body.

"Mother, enough!" Abby shouted even more panic when she understood what her mother was attempting to do.

"you know we can't do it" Abby scolded her mother and she took back her child.

The Bennett witch couldn't use magic without limitation. After the war, Mikael doubted their loyalty and their willingness to keep the peace. Charms, which limited their access to magic, surrounded the castle. The Bennett had never yielded or at least not like the Petrova and the Martin who had joined forces with the Mikaelson later on during the war. The Claire had only yielded in the last day when all hopes were lost. However, the Bennett had simply decided the blood shed was too much.

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"Not tonight mother, just don't use your magic" Abby glanced at her mother with concern marrying her features.

Lady Sheila rolled her eyes and went to look for anything that could help her granddaughter. She was one of those witches who had a hard time with the new order. Abby also had trouble with it before. Now, she had important things to consider, she was a mother and it meant renouncing some dangerous ideologies. She didn't want to take inconsiderable risks and end up endangering her daughter. In addition, she needed to be there for her daughter and teach her how to navigate this horrible world for witches.

Sheila eventually came back inside the room holding a little shinning jewel. The older Bennett woman placed it inside Bonnie's hand, miraculously the crying stopped. The newborn looked at the gems with fascination.

"What have you done?" Abby eyed her mother suspiciously.

She was happy that her little angel stopped crying, but she was afraid of the mean her mother used. Abby put Bonnie back into her cradle. She breathed deeply and released the stress of the entire day. She was over the edges; the king's arrival was imminent. With Sheila who wouldn't stop the use of magic, no one was safe.

"Nothing." Sheila sounded defensive.

"I just gave her a stone that show her what can content her heart" She continued her explanation whilst she took a seat in the room.

The Bennett matriarch felt as tired as her daughter did, but the reasons were different. With everything happening soon, her heart could not be at ease. Her castle would be sully by these abominations. To make matter worse, she had a strong intuition that a storm was brewing and her household would be the first touched. In the powerless state where Mikael reduced them, they could do nothing against it.

"Mother I told you about the use of magic." Abby started frustrated by the prospective of having this conversation one more time.

"why won't you understand?" she sighed and took the seat near her mother.

She laid her head on Sheila's laps and soft hand covered her temples. The older woman kept her fear to herself. She didn't need to put more weight on her daughter's exhausted shoulder.

"I do understand." Sheila answered as her hand continued to brush her daughter's hair. Her voice was solemn and carried the heaviness of knowledge. She understood but it wasn't enough to stop her.

"But who are we without magic darling?" she continued speaking softly and started massaging Abby's headache because she knew her world would cause her daughter's headache. She sighed and considered keeping her opinion to herself. However, she wouldn't be Sheila Bennett, if she bit her tongue. Therefore, she confidently pursued.

"It has been twenty years since we yielded. Haven't we pay enough for those leeches to leave us alone? I'm just tired of living like this." She looked at the hands, which now could hardly summon any form of magic when twenty years ago they mastered it.

"Look at us! We're nothing and today we have to entertain them. What will they have us do tomorrow? What happens if they start using us the same way they use the others? She is a …." Sheila controlled her voice and avoided to shout because Bonnie had gone to sleep.

The older witches let the last word of her sentence hang. She did not want to consider the worst, a Bennett serving a leech as a mate or a werewolf imprinting on her. In the past, it would have never been a thought crossing her mind, but now their fate was so precarious. Powerful yet unable to use their god given strength.

"I know, I know mother." She whispered afraid anyone could hear her.

Abby felt the same inability to protect her family. She also had her power begging to be unleashed but nothing good could come out of it. she was resigned to her present fate.

"I wished more than anything Bonnie could use magic. Yet it will get us killed and calling them leeches will have the same result." She started her usual tirade even if she knew Sheila was barely listening.

"You need to stop for everyone sake. We were lucky to survive the war. We didn't end up dead like grandmother Ayanna or aunt Qetsiyah or worse like the Martins. Bonnie, Lucy, you and me are what are left. We all escaped that farce of a war only by luck. We can't afford to lose anyone, so please stop for everyone sake not just yours. Stop living in past glorious days." Abby said with a trembling voice. The tears were following suit and she quickly wiped them.

Sheila nodded and placed a tender comforting kiss on her daughter forehead. They both left the newborn's room and went back to their previous tedious task, decorating the house to receive the new king. However, the idea of her daughter in the hand of one of those creatures now started to haunt Abigail.

"Why do you feel the need of honoring the Bennett? If there is a family of witches to honor with your first visit, then shouldn't it be mine my king?" Gloria Martins said as she continued enjoying the softness of his silk bedsheet.

The young woman was the Martin's household heir after the tragic loss of her sister Greta during war. Now she was hoping to become the rightful queen and Niklaus' wife. If anything, the last five years spent in Niklaus' bed could only lead to that. Therefore, it was in her right to see her family honored by the king before he decided to do the same with low cast traitors like the Bennett.

"It is tradition to honor the most powerful family of witches. Now with a new member being born, I have no other choice than extend my respect. The long reign of my father thought me one thing above anything else. Take care of the Bennett to avoid trouble. There is no need to give them much because they won't take it. Yet never disrespect them." Niklaus said as he started dressing up and readying himself for his first official visit.

Klaus wasn't a man for protocol and always was a man for war. However, he knew when to wear his clothes for diplomacy. He made his name by winning battle and he gained his throne and the favor of his father over his elder brothers Finn and Elijah, the same way. If Elijah had made peace with the idea of him succeeding to their father, a Petrova a mate for gift had also helped the process. Nothing had seemed enough to convince his elder brother Finn, who had parted from the family.

Finn had never forgiven Mikael's betrayal of his mother and when he chose Klaus over him, the elder Mikealson chose exile. However, Finn never understood the value of diplomacy but Klaus did. He knew he was not the fruit of a deep love. Mikael never intended to betray Ester but a treaty with the wolves was necessary.

The wolves only trusted their blood or their mates. Mikael became the mate and incidentally insulted the witch by his act. The rest was history and every child had heard it a hundred times.

Klaus wasn't thrilled to meet the Bennett but there was a necessity. He had met some of those Bennett women on the battleground and they were ferocious creatures. They were violent in the use of their magic but all of them were extremely beautiful women. He had thought it was a pity to destroy such beauty and yet he had killed his fair share of Bennett witches.

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Klaus was buttoning his shirt when he suddenly felt sick. The need of throwing up rose and he felt the strength of his leg weaken. The gasped and sat on the closest chair. Perhaps visiting those witches weren't an excellent idea if it affected him in such drastic way. He was never sick yet he was now sweating profusely. He almost felt the death grip on his heart and hallucinated the cry of an infant.

The hybrid king had been restless for the past week. It all started when the news of the birth of Bennett witch made its way to his court. Since then he had known no peace. His emotions through the day were out of control and varying from excitement to complete apathy. He felt so restless and it didn't go unnoticed. Few members of his personal court, whom he considered his brother in arms started to suggest stupidly ludicrous things. The last one being the fact that he was on a verge to imprint.

How comical! Klaus had laughed all his teeth out. He was as old as the war between the witches and the rest of the magical creatures. It put him around a thousand years' old. In his long life, he could narrow the number of werewolves who imprinted on other creatures than witches to ultimately zero.

Imprinting was an old tale, there was no werewolf left to believe in it. Therefore, they forced their ways onto the witches to continue surviving. The perfect mate was definitely a myth but the perfect witch could be found. In his ridiculously long life, he could count the number of time he had come close to love and well sadly, it was close to none.

Maybe his vampire nature stopped him from imprinting as any other werewolf was meant to do. The other wolves of his pack all had found the right witch or they settled with a vampire. Klaus wasn't willing to mate with a witch, he hated most of those arrogant creatures, and settling with a vampire wasn't a tempting alternative.

He breathed in and out whilst Gloria looked at him worried. He brushed her off and continued trying to regain his calm. His head was throbbing as if he had cried the entire day or something similar. He was a vampire and a werewolf and both creatures never felt sick. He must had been feeling the extreme stress from the event to come tonight. He looked at Gloria and suggested she dressed up. Her scent was now nauseating and hard to stand. He stood straight and walked to the bathroom to pour some water on his face in hope to alleviate his symptoms.

A knock at his door followed by the voice of his trusted advisors, Marcel and Stefan traversed the close door. He had no time to dwell on this bizarre sentiment and sudden sickness. He was expected to arrive on time to Bennett castle; those witches could take offense on any trivial thing. He rose on his feet and left the bathroom. Visiting the Bennett will be a dreadful experience but he had no other choice. He was far more unwilling to go through another war.

Abby's heartbeat exponentially rose as the sound of the wheels rolling on the tarmac became louder. She glanced around the room for a last time. Nothing more could be done on so short notice. She slightly lifted the end of dress as she tried to steady her walking pace. Worriedly, she eyed the staircase. Unfortunately, her mother came back empty handed.

She can be doing that tonight. She thought and threw a concern look toward her mother. Where was her daughter?

"She has a high fever!" Sheila answered the silent inquiry and pursued with a question of her own. "What good will it do to have her participating to this farce? We're not pleased to receive the king." Sheila stated unbothered by her daughter's expression.

Bonnie's health status was not accommodating whatever plan was supposed to take place tonight. Sheila smiled tightly at her daughter and then put a blank expression while she started descending the stairs elegantly. She will be doomed if her granddaughter would be disturbed for the entertainment of leeches and wolves.

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families of the high court started to fill the Bennett's ballroom. The Claire had just stepped in and Abby politely nodded in their direction whilst Sheila kept a tight smile placated on lips to greet everyone. Abigail looked at her mother with certain rightful concern. All the families filling the room were sworn enemy to them yet tonight pretense was ultimately needed.

Sheila came closer to her daughter and whispered "I heard they gave their youngest daughter to a leech close to the king or if I'm not mistaking, his adoptive son." The words all perfectly conveyed the immense disdain Sheila felt.

Another great family of witches bending the knee. Abby stayed silent. She did not want to entertain her mother nor indulged into this type of subject now. Tonight, simply wasn't the night to distribute judgement. There was too many thing in the balance and Sheila refused to understand it.

The Martin followed suit behind the Claire. There reception was a cold one. There was too many ill feeling between both families. The Bennett witches turned their eyes away from their unwelcome guest and chose to ignore them. They would never show respect to a family of traitor.

The Martins were one of the few families of witches, which still had living warlocks. A privilege won because from the beginning of the war, they sided with Mikael. It earned a total hatred from the other witches. However, why would they care about the hatred of people who later on lost the war? Now the Martin family paraded proudly around the Bennett's ballroom. They entered the room as if they owned it and inside her heart, Sheila felt a silent rage burn.

Abby held her mother's hand and bent to whisper some calming words. "It will only last a night and this circus will go away."

Sheila nodded trying to calm her nerve. All efforts were in vain, when vampires and wolves started to fill her home, she couldn't control her facial expression depicting complete disgust. She rolled her eyes at every guest and blessed the ancestors for making sure Bonnie was sick upstairs. Her granddaughter wouldn't have to mix with such crowd. Abby forced a polite smile but she felt as bad as her mother did. She had lost brothers and sisters because of these creatures, now she had to be polite to them.

The closest circle to the king started to arrive and Abby's heart pressure sky rocked to summit never reach before. They needed to do it for the younger ones, for Lucy and Bonnie's sake. Talking about Lucy, Abigail looked around the room and her little niece was nowhere to be found. The twelve years' old girl was a known troublemaker and tonight due to circumstance, her behaviors needed to be closely monitored.

"Where is Lucy, mother?" Abby mouthed because she knew whispering would be useless in the present crowd.

She waited for Sheila's answer but the older Lady joined the search for the younger Bennett. Abigail felt her heart constrict. It could not happen in this crowd, not in the middle of those monsters, and definitely not her sweet little niece. She looked around and still she couldn't see her niece over abundant curls. Abby hesitated to abandon her position. They were few minutes away from the king's arrival. She sighed and looked at her mother. In her eyes, there was a silent plea to Sheila so she could behave. Abigail started walking away when Lucy finally appeared in the crowd.

Abby looked straight ahead and there was Lucy, who was animatedly conversing with a chestnut haired man. Whoever he was, Abby knew he wasn't a warlock. She felt chills ran through her. Sheila previous words resurfaced in her agitated mind. They used to take them that young now a day. If Davina Claire could be picked. The young witch was four years younger than Lucy was. What could possibly stop this man to take their Lucy as a mate?

Abby walked fast toward the pair, which was conversing joyfully. She carefully pocked Lucy's shoulder. she was trying to avoid any sort of commotion.

"Here you are princess. I was worried." She said whilst she hugged the little girl a bit tighter than necessarily. The gesture resulted into a giggle from the little girl. Her bouncy curls moved in every direction and tickled her aunt.

"Aunt Abby I can't breathe; I was just talking to the new friend I made." She said still giggling whilst Abby released her.

Lucy pointed toward a young man, who didn't look older than twenty-four years old. From his aura, Abby deducted he was definitely a Vampire. She eyed him suspiciously and she failed to hide her anxiety. Lucy's friend had a solemn air. His green eyes never left the little girl even as Abby spoke. From the way he was dressed, she could recognize his societal rank. He was one of those considered close to the king. She slightly pulled Lucy behind her as she tried to protect her niece. The way the leech had been eyeing the younger Bennett witch, there was nothing friendly. He was assessing her worth.

"Your friend?" Abby didn't hide the implication of the question for the vampire.

However, Lucy just grinned and turned to face the vampire, who offered her a cold and calculating smile in exchange of her warm and innocent one. Abby knew where this situation was moving and there was no chance she would like it.

"Stefan Salvatore." The vampire said after letting a little smirk fall on his lips. He extended his hand toward Abby but he still focused his attention on Lucy. Abby couldn't take more of the awkwardness of the situation.

"Abby Bennett, Lucy's aunt." she said still trying to hide her niece behind her. "Nice to meet you but Lucy and me need to go." She said and started walking away with her niece. Lucy wave at Stefan, who kept his smile on and wave back.

"A Bennett, I appreciate the ambition." Marcel, his best friend's adoptive son commented. He also recently has acquired a mate, the youngest Claire. They both looked at Lucy, who was hardly following her aunt. The little girl went to stand near her grandmother and she looked around with excitement.

"Didn't know she was one" Stefan said as he grabbed a glass of wine and turned to face fully the other vampire.

"Won't change anything will it? But a Bennett, forget about it will never happen" Marcel smiled through his words. He knew Stefan was a man who loved challenges, and even more when his ripper side was in control, which was the case tonight.

No vampire had any of those graceful women. The rumor was it they preferred death to diluting their blood with any creature that they judged impure. His friend was definitely losing this little witch though Stefan wasn't one to be into witches. Stefan answered nothing.

Eventually the room became quiet. King Niklaus arrival was imminent. Gloria Martins entered the room first and from that moment, there was no doubt the king would follow. The way to the throne, which Abby installed in the room was cleared. There were a slight tension and a dramatic silence. The Bennett women had expected that much his court feared him. Niklaus' presence alone sufficed to steer calm and countenance.

Sheila greeted her teeth and she stared at the staircase leading to the nursery. Her blood froze and she wanted to throw everyone out, but thinking of young Bonnie stopped her from doing anything inconsiderate. Her daughter looked at her for support. Sheila squeezed Abigail's hand. She offered an encouraging smile.

Suddenly they felt it, it hit them in wave and they understood why the hybrid king was so feared. He walked into the room and it was as if time had reverse back to the time of war. He smelled like war, violence, and blood. His aura was pressuring for any witch around, it was almost threatening.

Abby hesitated to look at his. his presence seemed to have created tension in her entire Body. She hesitantly raised her head toward him, forgetting her courteous manner until she saw the entire room bow as one. She awkwardly bowed while Sheila fought the need to stand. He smiled at her with a menacing undertone. That simple gesture scared Abby more than anything did in her life. He was the one who had slayed Qetsiyah, a witch more powerful than her mother and herself were.

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"Lady Bennett, thank you for honoring us and please no need for this." Niklaus said with a very calm tone.

After his polite words, everyone rose and Abby tried to relax. His lips dropped on Sheila hand and he kissed it with the uttermost care. He didn't remember the last time he had seen a Bennett. The matriarch conserved her stature and offered him a courteous nod.

"So where is the newborn, the precious creature?" Klaus asked not willing to lose more time than needed in this place.

"Unfortunately, the little lady has been sick and we don't want to cause scene of discomfort for your majesty." Sheila said and she appeared contrite.

Her words tasted bitter on her tongue, her daughter had seemed to lose herself under pressure. Abby looked lost and a bit scared.

"It will be a waste of time to come all the way and not to see who we came here for." Niklaus said a bit irritated but already he was walking toward his designated seat.

As in queue powerful cries from upstairs resonated in the ballroom when he sat. Despair embraced Abby Bennett's features. She looked at her mother with accusing eyes. She looked around not knowing if she needed to excuse herself.

"Sorry your highness, I have to attend my maternal duty," she politely said as she walked toward her staircase.

However, a little growl from Niklaus stopped her and she turned to face him.

"My king is there any need of you, which I can attend before leaving to attend my daughter." She softly said.

Sheila snorted after those words left her daughter's mouth. It was a bit too much groveling and she couldn't hold it. A Bennett shattering in front an abomination, she felt like the world was turning on the wrong orbit. Abby glanced at her mother pleadingly. Her daughter and niece were in this house, if the hybrid felt antagonized what could happen to them.

"Yes bring the little one down." He said matter of factly.

The young mother frowned and she wasn't quick enough to wipe it away. Therefore, Klaus cocked an eyebrow but nothing left Abby's mouth. Gloria laughed, enjoying the lack of power of this family, which for so long looked down on hers. She wasn't the only one to rejoice the night, multiple vampires and werewolves despised the Bennett family. They looked and enjoyed the little farce. They wished Niklaus could be crueler and maybe take the old witch head. However, few in the room knew even a single Bennett was to fear. They somehow maintained the balance between supernatural forces and legion of witches were ready to die for them. Niklaus knew that much.

"My king, the poor thing might be cranky in such crowd and she has barely slept the entire day…" Abby couldn't finish her polite rebuttal. Gloria jumped in and she tried to poison the situation.

"Our king came here so you could waste his time. Did you intend to show us how you Bennett witches can disrespect him in such crowd?" She continued trying to ignite something and Klaus' temper would do the rest.

The crowd supported her claim. Bonnie cried louder and louder. Her cries turned into heartbreaking sound for her family. There was no point in arguing. Abby rushed upstairs and carefully took her daughter out of the cradle.

"Mommy is really sorry." She whispered

Defeated and walking as slow as she could, Abigail brought her daughter down. Curious eyes tried to catch Bonnie's face. Abby furiously tried to hide her from their voracious eyes. The cries grew stronger when she stood in the center of the room and with her cries, Niklaus heart grew wild. He felt it from his inner core, the call, the impulse, the tug. He needed to follow it.

He looked around the room and the color became too vivid. The violence inside him roared before drowning into a comforting calm. He looked around shocked by the sudden development. No, not him, not the almighty hybrid and not to a witch. It wasn't happening to him, the cries turned into a lullaby and her scent imploded into the room swallowing everything.

He abruptly stood from his throne and walked fast with the pace of a man in trance. Gloria looked at him baffled with his behavior. As he stepped closer, her cries tuned down. Her longing and yearning call, the little howl directed at him, he had heard it. Bonnie stopped crying and Abby gazed at her daughter a bit surprised.

She looked at the little angelic face with bright green eyes cautiously; nothing had changed in the past minute. When Anny raised her eyes, Klaus was breathing in her personal space. The hybrid king was looking at the baby blanket in an awe. She felt the urge to move away from him, but he already had his paws wrapped around her daughter.

She turned to look at her mother and the look Sheila gave her said it all. She started panicking but did a good job keeping it together because her baby was in the vampire hand while he unraveled her carefully.

Klaus giggled and the little girl did the same. He looked at her with exhausted eyes, his marvelous magical and amazing being. He breathed even though he didn't need it. He looked at her brilliant viridian eyes twinkling and he knew the feeling. he hadn't look for it but this little baby was home, she was half of the soul, which he didn't remember possessing. He said nothing much but carried her back with him and sat on the thrown playing with the baby in front of a baffled crowd. The first murmurs rose from the older werewolves and spread through the room before ending in Abby and Sheila's ears.

"We are certain the king has imprinted." The Bennett witches looked at each other and it was evident.

Klaus the big bad wolf was sitting on his throne forgetting about the crowd. All his attention and adoration was on Bonnie. The possessiveness that his gesture displayed. He was passing a message to the entire room, Bonnie Bennett would be forever his.

Abby looked at her mother, tears were forming in her eyes. Everything in Sheila's eyes made it clear. There was no way on earth a Bennett witch would have her blood tainted, even if it meant dying before it happened. Abby tensed and felt her heart sinking. Bonnie was her daughter. She looked at the pair formed by her baby and the hybrid. She had no choice but to go through the next stage. Never such abomination or his blood would taint their family.

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