More in depth summary:

Caroline Fell discovers she is really a Forbes princess and before she knows what's going on she's being sent to the Mikaelson kingdom, along her with her adviser Bonnie. Four other royals are betrothed to the five Mikaelsons and Caroline has to struggle to fit into this new world, but that's not her only problem. There's something dark and dangerous going on this new world and the Original siblings are plotting a revolution.

Chapter 1:

May 1492

"Caroline!" Her mother called out desperately. The blonde girl pushed a piece of hair back with one hand and held the pail of water with the other.

"Just a minute Mother."

"Can you come now?" Her father's voice shouted suddenly, but it wasn't a question it was a command. Her father was there too, something was wrong. Caroline quickly made her way through to the next room, only to gasp as she saw someone stood in it who looked entirely out of a place. He wore the royal colours while they wore rags. He stood straight and regal while they tried not to slouch. And he held a piece of parchment in his hands.

"Miss Caroline Fell?" He asked. Her older siblings Meredith and Logan appeared at the door, jaws dropping. She found herself nodding, though she wasn't sure how. The man unfurled his parchment and then cleared his throat. "Their majesties, King William and Queen Elizabeth do heartily command the arrival of Miss Caroline Fell to the castle." The king and queen? Wanted her? To come to the castle? What was going on? She turned to her parents.

"Caroline, there is something we have not told you," Tobias said. "Something we did not know when we would have to do." He paused a moment, as if knowing this would shake the very foundations of her world. "You are not my daughter." And indeed it did. Caroline didn't say anything, she couldn't seem to, no matter how hard she tried. Her mother had been unfaithful, and she the apparent bastard child was getting punished for it? She was getting killed for it? Then, "you are not our daughter." That took her a few moments to process. OUR? As in either of them. She didn't realise she'd said it out loud until she noticed everyone looking at her. "No," her father repeated, though could she even call him that anymore? "You were placed into our care when you were a babe to keep you safe from the war, but the war is over now. Your true family will want you returned to them." So she was going to the castle to be sent elsewhere, to her 'true family'? "Your true name is Caroline Elizabeth, princess of the Kingdom of Light." Princess? Caroline put her head in her hands, counting to ten in her head, praying this was all a dream. Sure, life in the village was dangerous, sometimes dull and full of disease, but this was where her family was, this was where her friends were, or rather her friend, she only had the one, Matt. Still, she couldn't just leave him here! Sure he'd have his other friend Tyler, but they'd never been as close as she and Matt, and honestly, she couldn't bear to lose him forever.

"The king and queen await your arrival," Reminded the bearer of bad news. She wanted to slap him, perhaps that would convince them she was not princess worthy and they would leave her here. She glanced over to her older siblings for help. Meredith looked upset but Logan's face was blank of emotion, as were her parents'. "We should be going." Doing the most rebellious thing she could think of at that moment, Caroline propelled herself forward and hugged her sister. She and Meredith both sobbed into each other's' shoulders for a moment while the others stood shocked, but then Logan went into action and pulled his sisters apart.

"Logan!" Tobias hissed. "You should not touch her highness."

"I am greatly remorseful for my son's behaviour m'lady," Her mother stared at the floor. What in Hell was going on? This morning she'd been their daughter and in a matter of seconds because of some stupid scroll she was 'her highness' and 'm'lady'. Logan was apologising too now, but then reminding her to tell their majesties how well she had been treated here. That high reaching, damnable bastard, but he was also her brother, or at least he had been. She couldn't find it in her to curse him like she wanted to, so instead she just gave Meredith one quick but longing glance and then she followed the man out of the house that she had spent her life growing up in.


After lifting her up into the carriage waiting outside so that she didn't step in one of those muddy puddles she used to spend hours jumping in with Matt, the man went to the front of the carriage to drive it. Suddenly Caroline noticed a figure opposite her. "Who are you?" She asked, not really taking care with her tone at the moment.

The girl, for Caroline saw that was what she was now, just a young girl, like her, smiled. "I'm Bonnie, your advisor." Caroline didn't know all that much about servants but an advisor certainly sounded like one, although the other girl looked more like a rich lady than a servant, what with her silky hair, her velvety green dress and by the way she sat so demurely with her hands on her lap. She certainly looked a lot more like a princess than Caroline herself.

"Why don't you look like me then, if you're a servant?" That was probably quite wrong too but oh well, Caroline would be doing a lot wrong in the next few months she supposed, might as well start now.

"That's because I'm an advisor." Bonnie laughed. "I like you," she declared. "You have fire and you are so different than anyone else I have ever met."

Caroline shrugged, "I suppose that is because I do not know how to behave like royalty, because I am not royalty."

"I'll help you," Bonnie smiled. "But don't lose the person that you are now, always keep her with you, she seems a nice girl."


It just over half an hour later of both friendly and royal chat with her adviser wherein she learnt a lot about Bonnie and she was taught how to behave until she was told what the plan of action was. They were to go to her chambers and get her fitted into a dress suitable for a girl of her 'calibre'. "Do the king and queen not want to see me when we arrive?" Asked the blonde. "They have not known their daughter for sixteen years."

"I am sure they do," replied Bonnie. "It would just not be proper to greet you immediately on your arrival." Court life certainly seemed a little too 'proper' for Caroline's liking. After the horrors of the morning she'd like to be embraced by someone, anyone really. She couldn't see this happening now.

From inside the carriage Caroline had been talking to Bonnie, she hadn't been looking outside but when she finally did she glanced the palace, rising up before her. It was surreal to be so close to a building she'd only seen as a powerful block high up on the hills with a tower rising up above it. As the carriage came to a stop Bonnie began to rise and so Caroline followed suite. 'The man' helped Bonnie down before holding a hand out for Caroline to take. She took it, as Bonnie had told her to, and smiled graciously in thanks. Her adviser smirked, looking pleased.

The brunette guided the blonde through the pathway lined by hedges to the front doors, guarded by two men, which opened once they saw the two of them. Caroline couldn't hold back her gasp as she entered into the grand hall, a huge room lined with paintings and in the middle of it a spiralling staircase. For a moment she was overwhelmed by the largeness of the room; at least double the size of her entire house! Then she wandered over to the painting nearest the door. It read 'King Gerald and Queen Margaret' and their birth and death dates underneath. She stared at the image before moving along, all the way around the room until she got to 'King William and Queen Elizabeth'. The young man in the photo had her sparkling eyes and the woman her long blonde hair, their facial structures reminded her of her own and it pained her to say it. Remembering the faces of her parents and her siblings she thought of how different to them all she looked. The final portrait was of a baby, and below it read 'Princess Caroline, 1473-' she stared between the babe on the wall and the king and queen before it and would have for longer had Bonnie not gently taken her arm. "Come along your highness, I'll take you to your chambers."

Her chambers were just as spectacular as the rest of the palace she'd seen so far; three rooms, gorgeous furniture including sofas and a four poster bed. Caroline lay back on the bed before she could stop herself, loving the fact that this was raised off of the floor unlike how she'd always slept before though. It was a large bed though, she wished Meredith were here to share the room with her. Bonnie laughed at her lady's behaviour, then added, "I stay just next door m'lady, if you ever need me."

"Please just call me Caroline," the blonde knew she sounded exasperated. Bonnie looked like she was about to protest but Caroline interjected. "You told me in the carriage that you wanted to help me settle in and feel comfortable, and that will help me, if you call me the name I have answered to my whole life, even if everything else around me is changing, to have that, it's... grounding."

The brunette nodded. "...Caroline. It is time to get fitted for your dresses." They went through into another room of her chambers where a woman with light brown hair stood. Her face lit up when she saw the princess and she came towards her to envelope her in a hug, crying out her name. "This is Jenna," Announced Bonnie, seemingly amused. "She has always been a little unconventional." Jenna explained she had known her when she was a baby, which shocked Caroline since the woman only looked a few years older than herself, had she really been working here that long from such a young age? Jenna made her bathe first, with the help of Bonnie and herself. After that slightly uncomfortable experience her years old slightly too short grey dress was thrown in the fire and Jenna brought out a plethora of dresses, more than Caroline, her mother and her sister combined owned. Rich, vibrant colours and fabrics as well. The fitting process was strange and long, and she was glad when it was at last over, although Jenna seemed friendly, it was just all very weird. At this point Caroline thought she was at last done, but then the shoes were brought out.


Eventually Caroline was done with 'being made into a princess'. Jenna smiled at her, pleased with her work, and then a guard arrived, announcing that the king and queen were ready for her. Caroline's stomach was flipping as her adviser led her down the stairs through a few rooms that just seemed a blur. Then there was a set of double doors that were pulled open. Trumpets sounded and a shout of "her royal highness, Princess Caroline" and then Bonnie gently edged her forwards whispering reminders to stand straight, keep her head up and smile. The room was full of people dressed in silver and blue while she stuck out like a sore thumb in her golden dress. Ahead of her, important looking people parted until she saw two thrones with older versions of the people she'd seen in those portraits before seated in them. Her parents. She was amazed that she was still moving forwards... and slightly worried that she'd barrel straight into them. Thankfully she stopped just short of them, her eyes fell on them both, comparing them to herself, trying to read their painted on regal smiles. She reminded herself to curtsy. A man by the side of the thrones tapped some stick he was holding on the floor and spoke about how the kingdom was welcoming back their lost princess. He was the one who'd announced her she realised. At the end of his speech, during which she noticed their eyes had been focused entirely on her, the King and Queen stood.

"Sixteen years ago," Announced the King. "A war began between the kingdoms of our land. We feared for our daughter and decided that in this time of violence the best place for her would not be in a castle but in a place where she was not expected, in the village." Everyone watched on in awe and Caroline vaguely heard scribbling, someone was writing this down like a statement, to send out to the people and perhaps the other kingdoms. "But we could not just place her with anyone, it had to be people we trusted." So the parents she knew all her life knew her real parents, were trusted by them? She felt like everyone had been lying to her her whole life, what was even reality? "I chose my good friend Tobias and his wife to take care of her and I thank them for all they have done." In her worked up state Caroline missed the brief flash of something across her birth mother's face when the King called Tobias a good friend, and it was gone just as quickly as it came. "But now our princess has returned. Long live Caroline, princess of the light!"

"Long live Caroline!" Cried out a chorus of voices, and then the queen crossed over to an attendant beside her, who was holding a silver tiara with blue gems on a cushion. Elizabeth took the tiara in her hands and moved towards Caroline. Bending down without realising she was doing so, Caroline knelt as the tiara was placed on her head and then her mother took her hands and pulled her up and they were stood hand in hand. Someone pushed open some doors she hadn't seen before and then there was the trumpets and the announcement again, and she was out the door, her hand raised in a royal wave as they all cried out her name, rejoicing for the lost princess. She looked down upon her subjects, how weird it was to say that when hours ago they had been her friends, her family, her taunters. She saw many familiar faces, everyone knew everyone in the village, but not the one she was looking for, not until she looked away from the large crowd, down to where a small group stood. A brunette woman, a dark haired man, and a fair headed one. The blond turned to her as she saw him, as if he felt her eyes on him. She felt herself still waving but it was unconsciously, as much of this experience had been. Matthew Donovan; her best friend and her first crush, not that she'd ever told him that. Mayhap she would have if given the time, but that part of her life had been suddenly and abruptly snatched from her. She was not foolish enough to think she could keep Matt in her new life. She gave him a small sad smile and spared a quick glance at Tyler and Meredith before she turned and went back inside, her skirts flowing around her, then the doors to her old life slammed closed.

Next Time:

"You're sending me away, so soon?" Caroline blanched. "Why, don't you want to know me?"

The King sighed. "Of course we do my daughter. But the Kingdom of Mikaelson has made a deal with all of us and we must follow through on our deal." She was being traded away like a piece of cattle. "Besides, it is not like you are to be murdered, you shall be married."

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