Anonymous asked: Enemies to friends
The modern royalty marriage market was depressingly real and alive, much to Klaus's annoyance. His mother had already introduced him to a number of 'suitable' young women with several comments on his age and lack of direction. Heaven forbid he survive to 30 without an engagement for the tabloids to pick apart.
To make it all worse, she finally turned it into official business. Not only was he assigned the artists' patronage duties, he had been saddled with his least favorite lady of Mother's influence, quite insistent she'd make an excellent match.
Whoever married Caroline Forbes, Klaus truly wished the poor bastard well.
"Seriously? You can't listen to me for five minutes?"
Sighing, Klaus dragged his attention away from the art submissions. "You told me to curate a selection for the gala, sweetheart."
He was honestly surprised she couldn't murder him with her glare alone - high treason aside, of course. "Which can wait until after our meeting, your royal highness," she said sweetly, dripping with venom.
"My lady," he nodded with a smirk.
Caroline scoffed, but turned ever dutifully to her notebook. "I know you don't like me. Your mother has made it perfectly clear, however, that you're to take some responsibility within the family, and she wants me to help for some reason."
That drew his attention. "You really don't know?" He thought it had been fairly obvious; perhaps, even the queen had her limits in meddling. "Mother thinks it's time I settle down, and she thinks you're up to the task."
Silence reigned until she burst out laughing. "Oh, that's rich. Best wishes to the happy princess, because it sure as hell won't be me."
"No arguments here, love."
She started, a surprised smile taking over her face. "I think that's the first time we've agreed on anything."
Caught on her expression, Klaus felt the sudden urge to reach for his pencil. "Maybe this can be the start of a decent friendship, then."
Rolling her eyes, Caroline focused back on her notes. "Whatever. We need to go over the timeline and coordinate schedules."
He grinned as he watched her pull out two different planners, both immaculately color coordinated. Poor bastard, indeed. Planning her wedding would be a nightmare to watch, he was sure. Fortunately, Klaus would have absolutely no part in it.
Not one bit.
