This is just an idea that popped into my head after watching a couple of phenomenal videos on Youtube and also a few movies. This is my first Klaus and Caroline fanfiction ever! So please be kind, hope you enjoy.
"You still have a temperature." A woman with long blonde hair and hazel eyes states as she looks frowningly upon the small device in hand. "Did I remember to give you your medicine dis morning?" She asks as she gently pushes a soft curl from her daughters fore head.
"Yes, it was gross!" The young girl exclaims, her tongue making an appearance from behind her lips in a look of disgust. Her bright eyes gazing up at her mother from her place in the bed, her long curls fanned softly against the pillow.
"Yes, well it's not supposed to taste nice. That's how you know its medicine." The woman explains with a laugh.
"But I don't wanna take that stuff, I already feel heaps better and I-
"You're temperature says differently, little one. Look I know you wanted to go to your friend's party tonight. But you heard what the doctor said you-
"Can't leave the bed I know, I know." The girl replies with a grunt. Her arms folded across her chest, her lips in a pout.
"It's not that bad. In fact your Gran's on her way over right now for a visit."
"Gran? Can't you tell her I'm sick?" The young girl pleads her eyes as large as saucepans.
"That's why she's coming. Why don't you want her to come?" She asks.
"She pinches my cheek, I hate that." The girl frowns, causing her to laugh.
"Maybe she won't." The woman offers.
Suddenly the door opens to reveal an old woman. She had short silver hair that reached just past her ears and bright blue eyes that matched the colour of the sky. A big grin was on her face as she entered the room.
"Hey, how's the sickie?" The old woman asks, her voice teasing. Walking over she reaches and takes a hold of the skin on the young girl's right cheek and gives it a pinch with a laugh.
The young girl looks over at her mother, her eyes displaying the message "I told you so". Her mother just laughs.
"I think I'll leave you two alone." She says leaning over and kissing her daughters forehead. "You two have fun." She says before leaving and closing the door.
"We will dear." The old woman reassures before turning back to her granddaughter.
"I brought you a special present." The old woman says as she pulls her large bag onto her lap, having taken a seat on the bed. She pulls out a small package and hands it to the young girl.
"What is it?" The girl asks excited, the old woman just nods to the present, gesturing for her to open it. She wastes no time before tearing the paper away furiously, slowly her grin starts to fade.
"A book?" The girl asks confused. In her hand was a small, leather bound book. It had several small rips on the spine and pages. "As you wish" was written elegantly on the front cover.
"That's right; when I was your age television was called books. And this is a special book."
"What's it about?" She asks suddenly intrigued, the old woman smiles.
"It's a love story." The old woman says wistfully.
"Like a fairy tale? Do I know it?" She asks curiously, her big eyes glued to the old womans.
"No little one." The old woman laughs "This story is much older than any fairy tale you have ever heard. But the romance is even more magical."
"Can you read it to me?" She asks, offering her the book. The old woman nods, smiling softly as she opens the book to the first page. Clearing her throat and fixing her glasses she begins to read the elegant text.
"Once there was a girl…"
Chapter 1:
The light of a new day slowly filters through the open window, casting a golden haze over the girl lying in the bed. Her golden locks catching the light in such a way that they shined like single threads of pure silk, her pale skin cast alight by the suns warmth.
Slowly the girls peaceful expression is disturbed as her eyes begin to open, showing two perfectly shaped sapphires, as blue as the sky. She closes them once again as they are bombarded with bright light, once again she opens her eyes this time with a smile.
Reaching up she pulls her arms over the top of her head and gives them a small stretch. Pulling back the covers she places her delicate feet on the stone floor. Her toes are suddenly awoken by the chilling sensation of warm flesh meeting cold stone, causing a shiver to run down her spine. After bracing herself on the sides of the bed she slowly lifts herself up to greet the morning. Walking over to a small chest in the corner of the room she pulls out her clothing for the day, a soft pale blue dress her mother had assisted her in sewing a few nights ago.
Women in this village we're expected to have skills in all areas of the home. This included, cooking, sewing and cleaning. Something she always been uncomfortable doing. The village life has never held its appeal to her, she wanted to be free. To be able to see new places, to experience new cultures, meet new people. She was tired of living the same day over and over again, she wanted adventure. But alas this was a dream deemed impossible for a girl of her status.
Looking back at the chest she had gathered her dress, she smiled. Her and her brothers had carved that chest from a fallen tree when she was eight, it had been her birthday and they presented her with it after they finished. Her mother was outraged when she found her with her brothers with a butcher's knife in her hand carving the wood, her hair covered in mud along with her face. She had said she look like an animal and ordered her into the house. Her mother was from a higher ranked house, she had been offered as a sign gratitude to the Stark's by her father. The Stark's we're a lower ranked house who had assisted her mother's family in a war many years ago, she had been offered to the eldest Stark and they we're wedded within a fortnight. Her mother wasn't warm to the idea at first but slowly she fell for her father and has had no regrets.
The Starks Sigel is a dire wolf, it is the protector of their house and they are kept as pets. Her wolf was named lady, it was a private joke as she knew that was something she could never be. Though her mother did try very hard, there was still no success; she was just too…wild.
Her elder sister Tatia was the perfect daughter; she embodied the true meaning behind being a lady. She was graceful and poise and possessed perfect etiquette and manners. Tatia was an exquisite beauty, every man of age wished to be her suitor. But Tatia enjoyed the chase; she loved making men work for her affections. This was a side neither of their parents saw, only her. Though she loved her sister very much and her sister loved her. There was a side to Tatia that could be frighteningly selfish and cruel.
Shaking her head slowly she began to change into her dress, the material clinging to her body like a second skin. Reaching over she brought her brush to her hair and slowly brushed out all the tangles from her hair, each thread more silky then the next. Placing her brush back onto her table she leaves the room to find her siblings.
"Morning, mother." She greets as she finds her mother outside picking vegetables from the small patch they had near the meadow. The sun was shining down onto her raven tresses, her warm blue eyes lifting to meet hers.
"Morning, daughter." She returns with a smile, leaning over she places a kiss on her daughter's cheek.
"Where is father?" The girl asks, looking around with her eyebrows drawn together in confusion.
"He and your brothers left early to join the welcome party for the new family that will be arriving today." She explained as she placed the last few cabbages into a woven basket.
"A new family?"
"Yes, the Mikaelson's I believe they are called. They consist of four sons and a daughter."
"How do you know of this?"
"Many women in the village wish to marry their daughters off to one of the four sons', they spread any scrap of news they can get their hands on. Thus the chain begins." Her mother explains with a sigh, bending down she picks up the woven basket and places it at her hip.
"I wonder if Tatia has caught ear of any of these…predictions."
"Who do you believe started the chain?" A voice asks from behind them.
"Why thank you for gracing us with your presence dear sister, I was beginning to think you would not rise." She greets teasingly with a laugh.
"And miss the arrival of the new family? Never, dear sister." Tatia replies with a smile, her brown eyes glowing with mischief. She was dressed in an earthy green dress with her hair piled up on her head in a bun. Small rebel curls fall from their place, cradling her heart shaped face.
"Of course dear sister, I should know better." She replies lovingly, walking over to embrace her sister in a hug. They both laugh bestowing kisses on each other's cheeks; their moment was disturbed by the sound of hooves approaching. Tatia's eyes suddenly fill with glee and she quickly grabs her sister's hand and begins pulling her in the direction of the main village.
"Come sister, they have arrived!" She exclaims excitedly, their laughs echoing throughout the meadow.
"Take care of each other!" They heard their mothers call from the distance as they began to pick up their pace.
The whole village had gathered in the heart of the village, mother's all pushing their daughters through the crowd to get them a closer look. Tatia was quick on her feet and found an opening, wasting no time she quickly pulled them through the large crowd, leaving her sister to offer apologies and small smiles. Soon enough they we're near the front of the crowd, the only thing separating them from the incoming party was the Tully twins.
Both where black of hair, one of blue eye the other of green. Their attire wasn't exactly appropriate as it showed too much skin and cleavage to eye but neither seemed to care.
Suddenly the sound of hooves became louder as horses started to flow through the gates. Several men, along with their father, were stationed at the front to greet the newest members of the village.
The first person to jump off their horse was of large build. His blonde hair reached just before his broad shoulders, his large arm reached out to clasp the hands of the men before him. Though his words were kind enough, his eyes held a certain hollowness that sent chills down everyone's spine.
"Welcome to our village." A man greets with a stutter.
"Thank you for accepting us. My name is Mikael Mikaelson and this is my wife Esther." A woman nods kindly from her place atop her husband's saddle; her brown eyes show warmth her husband seems to lack, her dark blonde hair reaching her hips.
"And these are my children, Finn, Elijah, Kol, Henrik, Rebekah and…Niklaus." Each child nods as their name is spoken, but the last one looks down shamefully at his father's use of tone.
"It seems he's the black sheep in the family." Tatia whispers cruelly in her ear. Her sister chooses to ignore Tatia's words and instead focuses on the other members of the family. While Mikael finishes speaking with the protectors of the villages, the family lower themselves from their horses.
Finn appears to be the eldest from his build; he is quite tall with broad shoulders and brown hair that reaches his shoulders. His brown eyes look around accordingly, assessing the enviroment that surrounded him.
His brother Kol's attention however was solely focused on the many women displayed before him. He offered them all grins and a few winks, causing them to giggle and wink back. He was by no means ugly but he wasn't what she would call handsome. He had a small build with brown hair that goes just past his ears. His brown eyes reminded her of Tatia's, they both swam with mischief.
Elijah was stationed at his father's side, speaking with several men as they assisted him in unloading their belongings. He had broad shoulders, with thick raven hair that fell straight down his back. He seemed much more relaxed than the rest of his siblings, almost peaceful.
The youngest, Henrik, looked just like his older siblings. With dark brown hair and eyes, he seemed so small and innocent. He was seated on the same horse as his sister, Rebekah. She had long blonde hair that was tucked away in a braid, with several flowers woven into it. She had soft blue eyes and subtly pink lips. She seemed in awe, looking at her surroundings with a smile on her face.
And then there was Niklaus, he seemed different from the rest of his siblings. He had blonde hair that reached his shoulders and bright blue eyes that could light up a darkened room. He had a large build, large muscles covering his arms. His features we're a sculptures dream, high cheek bones and large lips. He was very handsome and it didn't take long before the women quickly averted their attention from Kol to Niklaus. They all offered him secret smiles and blowed him kisses, he merely shrugged them off and looked away.
"It seems our women aren't good enough for him." Tatia says with a laugh.
"I don't believe it is that."
"Then what do you believe it is then, dear sister?"
"I don't know but I don't believe he means to be rude." She says softly, her eyes still drawn to the mysterious man.
"Believe whatever you will sister. Come, father is calling us." Tatia says as she grasps her hand once again and pulls them through the crowd towards the new arrivals.
"Ah, there you are daughters. Mikael may I present to you my daughters." Their father introduces, his brown eyes glowing with pride.
"It is a pleasure, you are?." Mikael gestures to Tatia.
"Tatia Stark." She greets, offering her his hand. He bends down slightly to kiss it, a smile on his face.
"It is an honour to meet your acquaintance, Tatia." He replies standing up once again, turning to his left he asks,
"And you are?"
"Caroline, Caroline Stark."
What do you guys think? I know it wasn't a very good beginning but hopefully I saved it! Please let me know what you think xoxo
