Hey all! So, this is the fourth chapter to this fic and I hope it's alright.

Warning (Very big warning): There is a flashback here-one that shows us why Klaus grew to despise Caroline. I am going to warn you that it is about a sensitive topic, so please do not read this chapter if you don't like reading about those kind of things- I'd give it away, but then there wouldn't be a point of this chapter... TRIGGER WARNING!

Enjoy!

Caroline awoke to the sound of approaching footsteps and as she looked around, everything came back to her like a tidal wave.

She was no longer the Queen, or at least the King didn't think her to be.

With a sigh, she got up off the cot and groaned as she felt the pain shoot through her back.

As she doubled over in hopes of soothing her backache, the jail cell opened and the devil himself walked in with a smug smile on his lips.

"What?" She questioned, her patience running thin.

"It seems like you are starting to grow irritated." He responded as he crossed his arms over his chest and looked her up and down.

"Oh, that is complete and utter nonsense! I haven't felt so fantastic in months, I assure you." The blonde lied through her teeth.

"Like I said before, you never were a good liar and I doubt you will ever become one. It is quite late for that if I can say so myself."

"So, I take if I am going to be meeting The Lord sooner than I anticipated?" She asked him even though she felt her spirit begin to dwindle.

"Indeed," he nodded as he felt his heart tug at his chest.

The King quickly cleared his throat and he swallowed the lump that was beginning to form in his throat because he refused to feel anything for the woman that stood before him.

"Can I at least see Landyn before my fate is sealed?" She asked him, hoping that he would give her that much.

"Of course," he replied hastily. He wasn't about to deny her the right to see her son for the last time because he knew that it was too cruel to do so.

"When is my beheading going to take place?" She wondered as she sat down on the edge of the cot.

"On the next full moon." Klaus told her as he saw the tears glistening in her bright blue eyes.

"So, I have three days left on this planet?"

"Yes," he nodded as he looked away from her.

"Good," she whispered and his eyes widened in confusion as he swirled around to face her.

"Good?" The King questioned as his eyebrows furrowed in confusion and he stepped towards her.

"The sooner I perish, the sooner my soul has a chance to find true happiness. I am not a fool to believe in happy endings, but I would like to think that one of my future lifetimes will be filled with true happiness."

"Caroline..." Klaus started.

"Please don't say anything." She begged him as she held her finger up and shook her head. "If there is anything of the Nik that I knew and fell in love with left, then he will bring me to my son-my true happiness in this lifetime."

"You never loved me, Caroline. If you would have honestly loved me, you would have waited for me-you would have allowed me to be your first and last."

Suddenly, the blonde let out a throaty laugh and she shook her head lazily. He didn't know anything about what happened on their wedding day, but she assumed that it was for the best. It wasn't like he was going to believe her was going to believe her anyway.

"Do you find what I just said amusing, Caroline?" He questioned as his eyes suddenly darkened in anger.

"It does not matter, Niklaus." She responded. "What matters to me most right now is to see my son and to be with him for as long as I can. He most likely will not remember me when he grows up, but I hope that you will tell him how much I loved him, even if you despise me."

"I do not despise you, Caroline." Klaus whispered and she barely heard his voice.

"Then what is it? What do you want from me? Why are you doing this? Why do you despise me so much that you are willing to have me killed just for the hell of it?"

"I don't know." He told her honestly because he truthfully didn't know what it was. He wanted to forgive her for being with someone before him, but he couldn't bring himself to. Not after what he had to go through after he found out about her infidelity. Not after how he had to force himself to be with her intimately in order to make sure that she gave him an heir.

Caroline nodded before a lone tear slid down her cheek. She did not want to break down in front of him, but she couldn't bring herself to stay strong. The blonde was honestly exhausted with everything and all she wanted to do was hug her little boy tightly to her bosom.

"Can I see my-" she blinked back tears before she continued. "your son?"

Klaus nodded as he knocked on the door and urged the blonde to come closer to him.

Caroline approached him slowly and as soon as she was close enough, he took ahold of her hand and pulled her flush against his chest.

The blonde gasped as she felt his heavy breathing against her chest and she looked up at him with confusion in her bright blue eyes.

"Wha-?" She began, but he interrupted her.

"I loved you, Caroline. That time we spent as children solidified that for me and even though I don't want to lose you, I have to. You made a mistake that you should have payed for over a year ago, but I let it go. I swore to myself after our wedding night that I would never love you again and I have stayed true to that. I only ever joined you in your bedchamber because I needed an heir from your bloodline, but now that I have him, I have no use for you."

"I know," she whispered before he let her go.

When the guard unlocked the door, Klaus bound the blonde's hands with a rope and she followed him through the castle and into his bedchamber.

Once there, he unbound her and pushed her towards the cradle that their son peacefully slept in.

"Oh, Landyn." She murmured as a sob escaped her constricted throat and she fell to the floor.

"Caroline?" The King questioned, the worry evident in his voice.

"I am okay. Honestly," she reassured him and he nodded, still uncertain.

"I will be just outside and I have made sure that the apertures to the balcony are locked. I refuse to take any chances with you escaping with m-our son."

"I would not put Landyn in such jeopardy, Klaus. You should know that."

"Very well," he replied before he left his bedchamber.

When Caroline was alone with her baby boy, she picked him up in her arms and cradled him against her bosom.

Little Landyn whimpered as he turned his face and clutched the fabric of his mother's gown.

"I love you, my darling boy." She told him even through he didn't understand her.

Sighing, Caroline looked over at Klaus's chaise and she walked over to it even though she felt disgusting doing so. The blonde knew not how many women have shared the chaise with her husband, but she couldn't bring herself to care.

She lay down on the chaise and began to hum to her little boy.

Landyn's eyes fluttered open and the blonde glimpsed a small smile on his lips and she couldn't help but return it.

"I woke you up, didn't I?" She asked him as she rested her head on the headrest behind her.

Landyn began to cry and his hands began moving in front of him as he turned his face and took his mother's fabric into his mouth.

Caroline giggled before she gently pulled him away from the fabric of her dress.

She knew that Landyn was hungry which is why she decided to breast feed him.

Once she had the top of the gown down, Landyn turned his face and his mouth quickly captured his mother's nipple.

He sucked and he drank his mother's milk without much thought.

Caroline sighed because she realized just how much of Landyn's life she was going to miss. The blonde knew that babies usually started teething around six months of age and that was just a couple of days away in Landyn's case. Caroline could feel the tears coming to her eyes because she wasn't going to have the chance to witness Landyn's first words or be present when he took his first steps.

Before she could stop herself, she was crying freely and loudly. She didn't want to submit to her pain because she knew that if Klaus witnessed it, he would feel a sense of victory and he would know that he finally broke her. It was bad enough that deep in the recesses of her heart, she still loved him deeply and hated herself for being so weak on that terrible day which was supposed to be the best day of her life-her new beginning.

Without wanting to remember what happened, she did just that...

Sixteen months ago:

Caroline stood next to her husband with a bright smile on her face and she couldn't seem to look away from him.

He looked so handsome in his Royal attire and the navy blue of his overcoat brought out the blue in his usual stormy blue-gray eyes.

Her husband smiled down at her and he wrapped his arm around her shoulder as he brought her closer to his side.

Caroline was pressed flush against his lean body and she couldn't help but feel the blood coursing through her veins.

"Excuse me, Duke Birnington." Klaus finally said and once the duke disappeared, he bent down and brought his lips upon Caroline's.

They kissed one another deeply and they seemed to get lost in the feel of their lips moving in sync.

Caroline sighed against her husband's lips, feeling happy and content.

"You are so beautiful, my love." He complimented her once they separated.

"Why thank you," she giggled freely as she curtsied with an angelic smile on her lips.

Klaus reached for her and pulled her flush against his chest as he wrapped his arms around her waist.

Caroline could feel her husband's hardened arousal against her pelvis and she tightened her hold on his biceps as she pushed her fingernails down on his skin. She could feel him flex under her hands and she giggled delightfully again as he praised her with his dimpled smile that turned her putty in his hands.

"I cannot wait to be alone with you, Caroline." He whispered into her ear as he bit down on her earlobe gently and discreetly.

Caroline bit down on her bottom lip in order to stop herself from moaning out loud and when that worked, she smiled victoriously at him.

"Dance with me, darling wife." He said and she nodded before he led her onto the dance floor.

A slow song began to play and they moved together as if they have been doing it for years. Their bodies moved in sync and they fit one another perfectly-as if they were sculpted for each other.

Caroline sighed happily as his arms tightened around her and he smiled down at her brightly.

"I may just be the luckiest man in the world." He told her.

The blonde felt a blush creep onto her cheeks and she laughed softly.

"That may just be an overstatement, my lord." Caroline replied, a mischievous glint in her bright blue eyes.

"Your grace?" A handmaiden said as she stood next to the royals calmly.

"What is it?" He questioned as he kept his eyes on the beautiful blonde that was now his wife.

"It is time that you let your wife go because we must help her get ready for the eventide's events between the two of you." The brunette told him.

"Of course," he nodded as his eyes darkened lustfully.

Caroline could feel the heat gathering on her cheeks and she giggled as he put his lips to her own.

"Soon we will be together, my queen." He promised her before he let her go.

"Good," she replied, smiling.

As soon as Caroline was alone, she followed her handmaiden up the stairs and once they were in her new bedchamber, she spotted two of her other ladies.

"Ladies," she said as she sighed happily.

"Are you ready, my lady?" The brunette frm downstairs asked her, her voice genuine.

"I am rather nervous, but yes... I am ready to finally be with my husband intimately."

"That is good." The blonde handmaiden said as Caroline sat down on the cathedra.

"Ladies, I have a question for you and it is rather inappropriate, but I have to know... Does it hurt?"

"Only for a couple of seconds, my lady. After that, you will feel nothing but pleasure." The auborn-haired woman said.

"Okay," she sighed heavily as she felt the butterflies in her stomach.

"Do not worry, my lady." The trio said in unison.

Caroline nodded and they quickly got to work on her appearence. They removed the pins that kept her blonde curls in place and they helped her out of her wedding gown.

She was soon dressed in a satin white dress that landed just above her knees. Caroline felt exposed which was why she asked them to hand her the white silk robe.

Once she was ready, she smiled at the three girls and excused them because she needed to gather her thoughts.

When the future Queen of England was alone, she saw herself in the mirror and she could see the glow on her skin.

As she was closing her eyes, she heard somebody unlock the bedchamber door and she couldn't help but smile because it was surely her Nik.

She felt hands wrap around her waist and she leaned back, but her eyes shot open with alarm because whoever was behind her wasn't as tall as her husband.

"Sh, Princess." She heard Mikael say behind her.

"Your- your grace," she stammered as she tried to set herself free from the insane king that stood behind her.

"Mm, my son got lucky with you." He whispered into her ear as his hands moved south and rested on her center.

Caroline felt nothing but fear as he touched her.

"Your grace, I- I..." She started.

"My son will be heartbroken when he finds out that he wasn't your first."

"But, but he is." Caroline quickly told him.

"I have a hard time believing that." The insane King murmured into her ear before he pushed her front against the escritoire.

"Your grace, please." She begged him, her voice fearful.

"I am sure you know that a new wife must be pure, yes?"

"Yes," she gulped.

"Mhm," he nodded as he inhaled the scent of her hair.

"Please don't do this."

"Scream and I will make sure that your darling husband loses his life."

"He is your son." She cried out.

"He isn't my only son, though. I have plenty others."

"Please don't.

"Sh," he ordered as his hands found her undergarments and he pushed his fingers inside of her.

The blonde cried out in pain as he moved deeper inside her.

"Do you not find me attractive? I cannot even arouse you enough to make this experience pleasurable for you?"

"Don't, please." She cried out hoarsely before she inhaled a deep breath of pain.

"There it is," he smiled evilly as he removed his fingers from inside her.

There was blood on his fingers-her blood. The blood that no longer symbolized her purity and virginity.

There you have it! I'm so sorry if y'all didn't like this chapter... Now you know the reason why Klaus is so cold to her. Sorry again!

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