Hi everyone! I know I've been gone for some time and that many of you are waiting for an update on HIMYM so I just want to let you know that I still plan to finish translating that story and that I will be posting the next chapter very soon (:

On another note, this new story is one that I've been working on for some time and I am really excited to finally be posting it. The story is closely based on one of my favorite hispanic soap operas so it will be filled with drama and romance. Those of you who follow me on tumblr have already read a sneak peek for this story so I'm really excited to see what you guys think of it! Those of you that don't follow me on tumblr and will like to do so to see some of my future sneak peeks, you can find me as msklarolinemikaelson.

FYI, this chapter will be very short and wont include any Klaroline, but the following ones will be a lot longer and will center around our favorite couple! Please leave a review if you would be interested in reading more of this.

*As always, I do not own TVD or TO, all credit reserved to the respective owners.*

Hope you enjoy xx


Sortilege: PROLOGUE

New Orleans, LA - Present

Freya Mikaelson arrived at Mikaelson CO. dressed impeccably in a black skirt and a burgundy buttoned shirt. She had a board meeting in thirty minutes regarding the purchase of the bayou. The bayou was a part of New Orleans history and home to their endangered species of wolves and Klaus hoped that they would be able to acquire the land and create a sanctuary that ensured the protection and survival of the beautiful creatures.

Freya didn't usually involve herself in the family business, she'd never had much interest in it. However, this situation was unique. Against her father's wishes for her to pursue a career in business, Freya had opted to study environmental law. Now a days she hardly ever used her degree, preferring to travel and explore the world spontaneously; however, Klaus had asked her to take care of this since she had experience with these type of cases and she'd been unable to deny her brother's request.

New Orleans was their home after all, and as Mikaelson's it was their job to ensure it's peace and prosperity.

Centuries ago, their ancestors had arrived to Louisiana and founded New Orleans. They had been in control of the city until 1919, when they'd been forced to flee town after a mysterious massacre. The family had afterwards established in Chicago, where they relished in the darkness and extravaganza of the roaring 20's, but darkness seemed to follow the family because eventually they were forced to flee that city as well, their whereabouts unknown for many years until they'd resurfaced in Europe in the late 1930's.

That is where her father had been born and where she and her siblings had been born as well. Her great-grandfather had founded their family business, Mikaelson Incorporated, and brought great prestige and respect to their family name, making them one of the most powerful families in Europe.

Throughout the years, the different generations of Mikaelsons had ensured that their family name continued to hold the power they held. In 1997, her father had taken over the family business after the death of her grandfather. Mikael had continued the legacy of his family, driving Mikaelson Inc. through immense success not only in Europe, but also in the United States.

They'd led happy lives in Europe, until her father had abruptly decided they were moving to the United States. "It is time for a change of scenery," Mikael had told them. And so, they'd moved to New Orleans, the city that their ancestors had founded centuries before.

Of course it wasn't until years later that Freya learned that her father had simply been running away from a place where'd he suffered a great amount of betrayal.


Europe – 2001

"Tell me his name!" Mikael shouted as he shook a letter in his hand. He'd seen it in the stack of mail the maid had left in his office, it'd been addressed to Esther, but had no sender. Curiosity had gotten the best of him and he'd opened it to find confirmation of what he'd suspected for many years: that Niklaus was not his son.

"Mikael, please… just let me explain everything!" she pleaded, recognizing the writing on the letter as Ansel's. She hadn't heard from him since she'd ended things with him, but she knew he hadn't believed her when she denied his suspicions about Niklaus' paternity. Unfortunately for her, Niklaus was the exact copy of Ansel as a child, so it was only a matter of time before Ansel figured out the truth and tried contacting her again. Apparently, that time was now and as if karma had planned it, Mikael found the letter.

"Explain what!? How you slept with another man and pinned his bastard child on me!?"

Esther widened her eyes, scared by the darkness she saw in his eyes.

"I hated myself… for so long... I hated myself for not being able to love him like I love the others! I thought myself a monster because what man couldn't love his own son?! But I guess I always knew it, deep inside I knew he wasn't mine!" Mikael confessed, his voice filled with hurt and rage.

"Mikael… please," she pleaded again.

"His name!" he repeated, shaking her aggressively by the arms.

"Ansel… Ansel Castle" she confessed with a sob.

Mikael let go of her immediately, his eyes wide with betrayal. Ansel was an old friend! He'd been the one to introduce them in the annual Mikaelson gala. How ironic, he thought with a dark laugh, causing Esther to look at him with confusion. How ironic that he'd led that man to Esther himself! That he'd been the one to open the doors of his home to him. He'd trusted him, he'd trusted them both, and they repaid him in the vilest of ways.

"Who else knows?" he asked somberly.

"No one," she whispered.

"Then we will keep it that way, I will not allow your indiscretions to ruin this family!" he hissed before throwing the letter in the fireplace and storming out of the room leaving Esther a sobbing mess for she knew that nothing would ever be the same again.


And she'd been right.

Mikael had believed that leaving Europe would allow him to forget about Esther's betrayal, but he'd been wrong. How could he forget about it, when Niklaus' presence reminded him of it all the time? And so, he'd distanced himself, becoming cold and indifferent towards the boy.

And thus had begun the sad childhood of Niklaus Mikaelson, a boy that desperately desired his father's love and acceptance. He'd only been about seven years old, unable to understand why his father had suddenly began hating him. Freya had witnessed the pain in her brothers eyes every time Mikael sidelined him or neglected to show any interest in his achievements. This only pushed Niklaus to try harder, always striving to be the best at everything he did with the hope that Mikael would notice and be proud of him, but nothing ever worked. Mikael simply didn't care.

Freya could clearly remember the day things had taken a turn for the worse. Klaus had been about 13 years old when he'd gotten into a fight at school and Mikael had been furious; he'd shouted at him telling him that he only brought shame and embarrassment to the family name. Obviously hurt by his words, Klaus' eyes had filled with tears, tears that had triggered Mikael's anger further. Freya and Esther had heard the shouting as they entered the house, "You're crying?! I haven't done anything to you! I'll give you a real reason to cry, boy!" followed by the sound of a hard strike and a cry from her brother.

Esther had instantly ran into the room, rushing to her trembling son to make sure he was okay, watching as Mikael battled with the guilt brought upon by his actions. Her mother had urged her and Klaus to leave the room, and from down the hall they'd both heard the start of one of the worst fights their parents ever had.

Mikael never tried to harm Klaus again, but that didn't eliminate the growing tension them, in fact, their relationship only worsened throughout the years. Eventually Klaus gave up on seeking Mikael's acceptance, realizing it was a futile task. Slowly, the sweet innocent boy that desperately desired his father's love was replaced by a cold man that built iron walls around his heart. A paranoid man that refused to trust or care about anyone that wasn't family.

"Good morning, Ms. Mikaelson," Klaus' secretary greeted, interrupting Freya from her thoughts.

"Hello, Sophie" she said with a polite smile, walking towards the door.

"There are two officers inside the office wishing to speak with you, they said it was urgent so I let them in."

Freya sighed holding the bridge of her nose annoyed, Kol had probably gotten into trouble again and since Klaus wasn't here she'd have to deal with it. "Thanks," she told the secretary as she walked inside her brother's office. "Officers, how may I help you?" Freya asked as she took a seat in her brothers chair.

The officers looked at each other in silence as if having a mental discussion about who would be the one to speak, one finally cleared his throat giving her a doleful look. The energy of the room changed very suddenly, and goosebumps quickly made an appearance on her skin. Goosebumps invaded her skin at the tension in the room as the officers shared looks of commiseration. "Officers what is the matter?" she asked in a small voice, holding on to the edge of her seat. An emptiness immediately forming in her stomach.

"Ms. Mikaelson, we tried to reach you at your family home, but we were told to find you here instead."

"What's this about?" she asked in a dry voice.

"Mam, we are very sorry to be the bearers of bad news…"

Her heart dropped. Fear and dread invaded her senses immediately at the realization that this wouldn't be about one of Kol's usual antics… something really bad had happened and she was sure it wasn't something she was ready to hear.