(A/N- Hello! This is the rewrite to Isabella Mikaelson. Thank you to everyone who made this possible. Please leave a review!)

My skirts billowed in the strong wind as I walked back to my family's home. I had to take a break from the party my father was throwing me for my 18th year's celebration. The year was 1300, and I was the oldest woman in my village that didn't have a husband.

I was not one for lavish parties, which is why I needed a break from the activities. My father didn't know I left, as it would have been improper of me to leave unattended. As I opened the heavy door of our home, I was struck by the sounds of laughter and the smell of food. We don't normally have as nice of food as we are having now, partly because we are hosting a party, and partly because father is looking for a husband for me.

As I took my seat at the front of the room, I saw father making his way toward me, two nice looking men in tow. Both men were tall and handsome, but other than that, there weren't many similarities. One man had brown hair and brown eyes, olive-toned skin, and lips that turned up slightly at the corners. The other man was blonde with green eyes, a lighter complexion, and lips that slightly turned down. The second man looked very serious, while the first man looked somewhat happy.

"Darling," Father started, "This is Niklaus Mikaelson," He gestured towards the blonde man, "And his brother, Elijah Mikaelson. They would like to speak with you privately." Privately? Father was incredibly strict, he wouldn't even allow me to step outside without being accompanied. So why is letting these men speak to me without him being with me?

"Yes father," I said, standing. Niklaus offered me his arm, but I refused it, walking past them into the small study off the room we were in now. I sat down at the round table in the middle of the room, waiting for them to join me. I folded my hands in my lap as they filed into the room. The door shut with a quiet click, both men sitting in the chairs to my sides. "So gentlemen, what is it that you need to speak to me about?"

They raised their eyebrows, most likely not used to seeing a woman speak her mind. It wasn't common, and this was something that father had reprimanded me many times for. He said it was one of the many reasons why I wasn't wed yet.

"We are going to be living here for a while, and we will need someone to show us around. Elijah here can't seem to make nice with other men, which is why we need a woman."

"Now Niklaus," Elijah started, "We both know that you want a woman to show us around because you like to see how long it takes before you have taken their virtue without even courting them first." I had to fight to keep my emotions off my face. I know what they're doing, trying to get a rise out of me. I don't doubt for a minute that Niklaus slept with unwed women, but this was a planned game. My intelligence, as father says, is another reason for me being unmarried, men don't like women that are smarter than them.

"I don't know why you're playing this game with me, but just know that it won't work. I don't care much about virtues or morals, they won't matter when the world comes to an end or when I'm not around to keep up with them.I'm also not believing your made up tour guide story. What do you really want with me?"

Elijah sat forward in his chair, resting his forearms on the table. The room grew quiet, the only sound was muffled festivities. Niklaus and Elijah shared a look, then turned to face me. Elijah's unwavering stare burned into my eyes. I didn't falter, not wanting to let men I didn't know have power over me.

"You're correct," Klaus answered, "We don't need a tour guide. What we need is you."

"Me? What ever for?"

"You see," Elijah began, answering my question instead of Klaus. "You are my soulmate, Isabella, dear."