Hey all! So, this fic may give y'all a sense of deja vu because I did post it before and yes, I just deleted the whole thing in order to put it up again. I neglected this fic for a couple of months now, but I hope to get back to it now.
Also, I have the next two chapters written and I have started on the fourth chapter, so yay!
The former title was 'Devil in Disguise' btw!
New Title: Treacherous Belief
Summary: King Niklaus Mikaelson has made it his life's mission to make his wife's life a living hell because of her betrayal and when he is given the opportunity to get rid of her for good, he takes it without so much as a second thought. What he doesn't expect is to find the girl that he truly loved to be innocent in the matter. Could the two perhaps rekindle their broken relationship?
Queen Caroline sat in her chambers with her index finger under her chin. The child that was of five months slept in the cradle peacefully and whimpered in his sleep from time to time.
She was lost in thought because of the way the King began to neglect her and she knew not why he was being so cruel. The Scottish Queen understood that her betrothal to the King was arranged, but she still could not understand why he was the way he was.
Caroline was of twenty years and she already had the weight of the English and Scottish kingdoms on her shoulders. The blonde was groomed to become a great queen one day, but she assumed that with the crown came the chance to fall in love. Before her marriage to the King Niklaus was finalized, she dreamt of the way that things would be. As a child, she met him once and she thought that she was in love with him, but as soon as they consummated their marriage and she grew swollen with a child, he barely spared her so much of a glance. He would almost never ask for her to join him on his chaise and she would declare that it was unfair that he was neglecting her, but he would simply shew her away with his finger or throw one of his temper tantrums.
The Queen knew not what to do now that she hasn't been with him intimately for the past year and two months. She had needs, but the thought of adultery was so horrible that she couldn't seem to fathom it.
The man that cared for her was the King's guard and she wanted to be with him so many times, but she simply couldn't do it. Caroline knew that if she was to be adulterous, the King wouldn't forgive her and would mostly likely have her beheaded. The sin of adultery were one of the many reasons as to why the Queen's before her lost their heads.
Caroline believed that it was unfair that the King could have as many mistresses as he wanted to, while she couldn't even have a friend of the opposite gender without hearing the rumors in the corridors.
Shaking her head, she stood up and walked out onto the balcony before she placed her arms on the concrete rails.
Caroline knew that she had to do something because she understood that she wouldn't be able to live the way that she was bound too. She wanted to experience true love and even though that wasn't something that would happen, she wanted to feel like she was needed.
The Queen knew that she sounded like a petulant child, but she couldn't help but feel the sorrow overwhelming her knowing that she wasn't needed.
Her son was the only person that brought her comfort and she barely ever saw him in the daylight because the King was too busy showing him off to his court.
The thought of those vile people and his mistresses peaking upon her innocent child caused her nostrils to flare and her hands to clench. Little Landyn was definitely his mother's child and even at five months, Caroline could see the similarities that little Landyn had with both her and his father. He had her golden blonde hair and his father's blue-gray eyes. Little Landyn was a subject that many people talked about and even though that wasn't something that Caroline enjoyed, she was blessed to have such a wonderful son.
The Queen eventually went back into her bed chambers and as she walked over to her son's cradle and a small smile graced her lips.
She expected to see his little body, but instead she was met with a baby blue afghan and not much else. Her eyes widened with fear and her jaw dropped slightly before she made a dash for the double mahogany doors.
This couldn't be happening because little Landyn was the only reason why she was sticking around in the first place. Shaking her head, she made a dash for the King's bed chambers. The two guards that stood outside her door were going to stop her, but she threatened them with their jobs. They immediately got back into their positions and allowed her to pass through.
As she was making her way to his bed chambers, her vision began to blur with her unshed tears. There were two guards standing outside his door and she held a finger up for they keep quiet.
"My Queen, the King does not want to be disturbed." One of them warned her.
"The King can go screw himself. Allow me entrance or I swear to god, you will regret the day that you were put on this bloody planet." She told the two as she eyed them with ferocity in her watery blue eyes.
"Queen Caroline… He directly told us that he does not want to be disturbed for the remainder of the night." The other guard chimed in.
"The King does not wish to be disturbed because he is shagging one of his many harlet's. I have to speak to him now, and I am not going to take no for an answer so get out of my way or live the rest of your days out in exile."
"Alright… We warned you though." The first guard shrugged.
Caroline got all up in his face and she looked him right in the eyes, "Pack your bags, because by tomorrow you will be gone."
With that she pushed past them and pushed the door open. Caroline was met with a sight that she didn't want to see, but there were more important things on her mind now that she knew not where little Landyn was.
"Leave now, woman." Klaus ordered, barely sparing her a glance as his whore began to moan at the feeling of his length thrusting into her ass.
"Landyn is missing." She told him, ignoring his earlier order.
"Actually, sweetheart… He is right where he should be." The King's whore, Genevieve, told her before Klaus slid out of her. She turned to the King and pressed her lips to his own. Her hands found his cock and she began to pump him and Caroline rolled her eyes in annoyance.
"Show the woman where my son is, love. After she is gone we can get back to our activities." He whispered into her ear seductively and Genevieve smiled up at him before she removed her hands from his length.
His whore walked over to the cradle in his bedchambers and her hips were swaying just for Klaus. She picked up the child and pressed him against her bosom and Caroline's blood boiled at the sight.
The nerve that the vile King had was unimaginable and she wanted to cause a storm right there and then. She understood not how they got her son because while she was still inside of her bedchambers he was peacefully resting in his cradle and as soon as she left for the balcony, she assumed the whore sneaked in.
"Bring forth my child, whore." Caroline ordered as she eyed the redhead with fury in her bright blue eyes.
"Darling, please do teach the Queen some manners… I will not have her insulting me in such a way."
"Genevieve, be a sweetheart and do give back the little prince… We do not want the Queen to cause a storm now do we?" He asked as he eyed her with a half-smirk.
"But, Nik…" Genevieve started.
"I do not remember granting you permission to call me by that name." He spat in her direction as his hands clenched into fists.
"I would assume that came with the role of playing your mistress." Genevieve responded as she eyed him with curiosity in her blue-green eyes.
"You pleasure me when need be and there isn't much else between us. You are but a whore because after all… You did come from a brothel." He shrugged.
Caroline burst out laughing, but she quickly put her hand on her mouth and stopped herself.
"Leave me with my wife, darling." Klaus dictated his whore.
The redhead looked between the royal's before she placed little Landyn in his cradle. She put on her robe and immediately exited.
Once the two were alone, Klaus slowly made his way towards Caroline.
"I like it when you take control, Caroline." He whispered as he tilted his head and eyed the Queen with mischief in his blue-gray eyes.
"Go to hell, Klaus." Caroline spat before she walked past him and towards the cradle.
When she had her son safely tucked against her bosom, she walked past the King, but he stopped her.
His hand tightened on her arm and Caroline inhaled a breath before she looked over at him.
"Leave the child and keep me company for the rest of the eventide." He ordered as his eyebrows wiggled in her direction.
"I will not lay with a vile man such as yourself. I gave you an heir and that was what was expected of me. I refuse to stoop so low as to be another whore that warms your bed." She shrugged and he tightened his grip on her arm.
"Are you denying me?" He questioned as his eyes darkened and his eyebrows knit together.
"It certainly looks like it, my lord." She nodded before she kicked him in the groin and took her exit.
"You bitch!" She heard him cry out in agony and a smirk formed on her lips.
Klaus had his hand on his groin as he urged the pain to go away. He was furious at how the woman that he was supposed to be superior over, made him the inferior one.
As soon as his pain subsided, he stood up on shaky legs and immediately made his way towards the tumbler that sat on his bed stand. He grabbed a glass before he popped the tumbler open and poured himself some of the amber liquid.
Without much thought, he threw his head back and allowed the scorching liquor to make its way down his throat.
He slammed the now empty glass on the bed stand before he made his way towards the mahogany doors.
The King didn't take kindly to another person making him feel inferior. As he exited his bedchambers, he came upon the single guard.
"Where is the other guard?" He questioned as he eyed the man with anger in his stormy blue-gray eyes.
"The Queen took away his faculty, your majesty." He replied and he didn't dare to meet the notorious King's eyes.
"The Queen? Find that incompetent bastard and have him back here immediately. I am the only one that can take away a job and I do not remember doing such a thing."
"But…" He started.
"Are you questioning me, Joshua? I reckon you enjoy having your head… Am I right?"
"Yes, your majesty." He bowed before he waited for the King to excuse him.
"You are excused." Klaus told him before he walked away.
As soon as he arrived at the Queen's quarters, he looked towards the guards and ordered them to leave.
"Your majesty… The Queen has ordered we stay out here for the rest of eventide." One of the guard's told him.
"Last time I checked, I am the King… I do have more power than the foolish woman, so do be wise and run along." He ordered before he pushed past them and pushed the double doors open.
When the King was inside the Queen's bedchambers, he spotted her rocking the cradle. A small smile was gracing her lips and she looked at ease. The King leaned against the doorframe and he watched as she rocked the cradle back and forth. Little Landyn wasn't one that cried as much as the other children that he knew of and that surprised the King to no end. He watched his wife care for their child and a ghost of a smile appeared on his lips. He quickly shook his head because he did not care and he did not feel. After all, that was his family's motto and he stuck by it...
"Get out." Caroline ordered, not bothering to spare him a glance.
"I did not like what you did back in my bedchambers. First, you disrupted my activities with the beautiful mistress and second, you kicked me where no one should ever." He told her, ignoring her order.
"Some beautiful mistress." She snorted as she shook her head and ran her warm hand across little Landyn's belly.
"Are you jealous, love?" Klaus questioned, his voice laced with amusement as he eyed her with mischief in his blue-gray eyes.
"Jealous? Do not dare to flatter yourself, Nik." She responded, purposely using the name his family called him.
"I do not remember giving you permission to call me by that name, sweetheart…" Klaus started as he slowly made his way towards her.
"Permission? Oh please… I do not remember giving you permission to call me by your foolish pet names, but here we are… You think that you have the power over me, but let's face it… I am just as powerful as you are and it matters not that we do not share the same anatomy. I will do as I please." She shrugged.
"That there will be your downfall."
"Are you threatening me, Nik?" She questioned as she finally looked over at him with challenge in her bright blue eyes.
The look that she gave him stopped him dead in his tracks because she had the look of a true Queen. Her bright blue eyes were icy and she held her posture wonderfully and Klaus knew that if she had the power that Medusa had, he would be in a whole lot of trouble.
He cleared his throat and he closed the space between them. He grabbed her and Caroline tried to push him away, but he wouldn't budge.
The King had his hands on her shoulders and he pushed her flush against his chest. The Queen felt her face flush, but she wasn't about to give him the satisfaction of knowing that he had such an effect on her. She wasn't about to give him the satisfaction of showing her arousal. The Queen hated him with every fiber of her being, but she couldn't deny the attraction that she still felt for him. They always had tension between one another and it didn't seem like it was going to go away anytime soon, unfortunately.
She gave him a shove and he took a couple of steps backwards before his eyes darkened and he ran at her. He pushed her onto the bed and climbed atop her before he pressed his lips against hers. Caroline shut her eyes even though her mind was screaming at her to not respond, but she couldn't help it. Her lips were against his own and he grinded against her.
Caroline finally opened her eyes because she wasn't about to let him have his way with her. Not after seeing how suave he was with his whore in her presence.
A thought came to the Queen's mind and she immediately reached for the pocket knife that was hidden under her mattress.
The King had his hands under her nightgown, but he immediately backed off when he felt the cool metal against his throat.
"Let me go, or I swear to god I will slit your throat without blinking." Caroline warned him as she kept a hard grasp on the pocket knife.
Her tone was serious and even the almighty King knew that she wasn't bluffing. He removed his hands from under her nightgown and slowly backed away.
Caroline put the pocket knife under her transparent sleeve and she stood up and faced him with disgust and anger in her bright blue eyes.
"You were really going to slit my throat, weren't you?" He asked as he kept a distance because she still had the pocket knife in close proximity.
"Do not play games with me, Niklaus. I told you once and I will tell you again- I am not your whore and I never will be, so it would be in both of our best interest's if you started understanding that." She told him as she ran her fingers through her blonde curls in agitation.
"I do not know who it is that you think you are, but I am the King-" Klaus started.
"Oh! Bloody hell! Not this again! How many more times am I going to have to tell you that you having a penis and I having a vagina doesn't matter? Yes, the society believes that the male is the superior, but that is not something that I believe. Argue with me all you want on this topic, but I will not submit to you because your argument is invalid in my eyes. I will not stroke your ego further. That is not my duty. My duty is to control our empire and I think that I am doing a damn good job!" She finished and he stared at her with his jaw dropped slightly.
"I will not have you belittling me, Caroline." He told her before he walked towards the double doors.
"Likewise," she replied.
Klaus stopped in his tracks and he slowly turned around and faced her.
"From now on your life will be filled with misery and anguish. You will wish to die, but only when you learn who is the superior in this relationship, I will grant your wish." He warned her.
"Do as you wish, Nik. I care not what happens to me." She shrugged.
Klaus nodded before he looked over at her once more and left her bedchambers.
There you have it! Now, I didn't change anything in this chapter, but the title and the summary and I hope some of you decide to stick around, my lovelies :)
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