Disclaimer: I only own the OC, Royale.

Royale had been one of the only people to give Kai a chance to redeem himself. When she found out what Kai had done to Bonnie and Damon while they were in purgatory she had her hesitations about trusting him, but she wanted to be fair to him all the same. She genuinely enjoyed hanging out with him when he wasn't being horrible. They had played video games together, he would visit her while she was on break at the garden supply store she worked at, and they'd eat lunch together, she took him shopping with her sometimes, just because, she even invited him to stay for dinner once to meet her parents; he was nervous about it at first, not sure how her parents would have received him, but she was able to talk him into staying, and he admitted that he was glad she did.

The day of the wedding Kai had intercepted Royale before she could make it to the ceremony. She had been stunned to see him, but she'd also been happy to see that he was back. Before she could ask him everything that happened he started talking about how he was about to do something irredeemable, even in her eyes, and then he made her sleep. She had thought it was a dream and that she'd missed the wedding, but later Damon found her and told her everything that happened. She had been devastated.

After Kai had caused all of his destruction at Jo and Alaric's wedding, and died, there was nothing left to do except get a grave marker and flowers for him. Royale had bought it herself, and had brought yellow roses to lay in front of it.

"Hey, I brought you some flowers and stuff. I don't know why you felt the need to come back and destroy everything… but you really broke my heart." Royale said, her voice cracking at the thought of the devastation Kai left in his wake. "I really thought you could've turned everything around for yourself, but instead you self-destructed! YOU THREW EVERYTHING AWAY!" She was on her knees, yelling at the grave marker. Her tears blurred her vision behind her glasses. She removed them in order to wipe her eyes, but she just ended up holding her face in her hands, doubled over, crushed by the person she had started to feel a great deal of love for.

"Holy hell!" Royale was startled by a familiar voice. It had been Damon. "You're a crazy person. You know that?" He said. He had walked up behind her to see what she was doing. "Malachai Parker. Misfortune was his undoing." He read off the grave marker. "ARE YOU SERIOUS RIGHT NOW?! YOU GOT A GRAVE MARKER FOR THAT PSYCHOPATH?! WHY WOULD YOU DO SOMETHING LIKE THAT?!"

"YES, I DID GET A GRAVE MARKER FOR THAT "PSYCHOPATH", BECAUSE THAT "PSYCHOPATH" WAS BEGINNING TO BECOME A POTENTIAL FRIEND TO ME!" Royale yelled.

Damon walked past her to get to the grave marker. He looked at it for a moment before he began to stomp it into the ground.

"STOP IT, DAMON! STOP IT!" She yelled, trying to push him away from the grave marker. He had stomped it into the ground a few good inches before she intervened. The plate was smashed and it was covered in dirt. "HOW DARE YOU DO THIS! YOU HAVE NO RESPECT FOR THE DEAD!" She yelled.

"YOU'RE DAMN RIGHT I HAVE NO RESPECT FOR THAT PSYCHO MURDERER! HOW COULD YOU SHOW THIS TYPE OF COMPASSION TO SOMEONE WHO TORTURED AND TRIED TO MURDER YOUR FRIENDS, AND WAS EVEN SUCCESSFUL IN MURDERING A FEW OF THEM?!" He yelled.

"BECAUSE I SHOWED YOU THE SAME COMPASSION, ONCE UPON A TIME!" She yelled back.