A/N: Was that cliffy in the last chapter mean? Yes. Will I do it again? Probably. Am I drunk with power? Definitely.

Enjoy!

8. part 2

"What is the meaning of this?!" Elijah jumped from his seat seething in anger. Stefan and Damon too rushed to their feet barking orders at the various stationed guards to grab the youngest Gilbert and hold him down.

Kol seemed especially bewildered by the act looking at the back and forth at the snake in the box and the Gilbert boy. Could he have been so stupid as to try and attack the witch? Surely, that made no sense.

Two guards rushed to apprehend him. Jeremy remained unmoved and unapologetic even as they yanked his arms and forced him to his knees, swords drawn to strike at his neck; his eyes were trained solely on the witch. Elena fell to her knees in terror, "Jeremy why did you do this? Your majesty I beg for mercy. Something has happened to my brother to make him do this. He would never -"

"Stop," Bonnie commanded loudly much to nearly everyone's surprise. She held out her hand to the box allowing the snake to wrap around her forefinger. Before anyone could scream a warning, the creature slithered around her arm up to her elbow. She petted its head with her forefinger and instead of striking her with vicious fangs, it bent down in what appeared to be submission with a few muttered words from her lips. Her sisters and grandmother were the only few not frightened by what they witnessed.

"Stand down," Klaus ordered the guards very much to the surprise of everyone. A wave of anger and despair washed over him at first when the box was opened revealing the serpent but his witch's reaction and certain niggling memory calmed him down. He regarded the Gilbert boy with a mix of suspicion and intrigue. He was either very brave or stupid. Or perhaps a fine combination of both.

"What the ever shitting fuck is happening?" Kol whispered loudly inching away from the sight.

"I must ask Lord Gilbert, what the intention of your gift is?" Bonnie stroked its scales but addressed Jeremy. There was an idea but she wanted to hear the words from his lips. She knew that the snake itself could do no harm to her and by his lackadaisical attitude he knew it too. An attack in such a public setting would be a foolish tactical mistake. He was too high-born to be a discarded assassin.

He shrugged, "I have been curious on the subject of your kind for years, my lady. After your arrival, I perused the books in my family's collection. I was reminded about your proclivity for animals."

"And you couldn't find a rabbit?" Damon asked with a raised voice. It was the most agitated any of them had seen the easy-going man outside a battlefield. It was only then that they realized Klaus too remained unmoved from his seat. He hadn't reacted like the rest but placed his hand over Bonnie's free one, watching the young Gilbert with an indescribable look on his face. The dark snake wrapped itself around her neck like a shawl hissing in his direction if protecting its mistress. He nearly smiled. One would expect him to be tearing the young man apart for daring to slight his betrothed yet he did nothing. It was strange.

"Not to worry, it cannot hurt me," Bonnie assured, still petting the reptile. "It knows who its' mistress is now."

"I repeat; what the ever shitting fuck is happening now? She talks to snakes?!" Kol screeched.

"Five hundred years ago, King Hilgar of Filum and Brent was visited by a strange woman in the night," Jeremy narrated. The guards who tried to apprehend him seemed confused but stood down by the orders of the future consort and the king. Elena remained on the ground with tear streaks on her face watching her brother. "She swore to him that she was sent by the gods to ensure he would create a new nation and save their people from the oppression of the kingdoms across the sea. The king heeded her words and went to war with Darkmar with her counsel and aid." Darkmar was a collection of islands ruled by brutal warlords near the coastal nation formerly known as Brent. They were a terrible people who kept those from whose lands and ships they ravaged as slaves and killed indiscriminately.

In the past they regularly ravaged Brent as well as the neighbouring city states of Rosewood, Filum and Kent because of their weak military despite their immense wealth.

"After their victory he named the strange woman his consort and they bore ten children who would unite the kingdoms of Filum, Brent, Kent and Rosewood under one nation, Leptia. The woman was named -"

"- Selene of Brent, the first witch of Leptia," Klaus interrupted him with a heavy gaze. He knew the story well. It was one of the favourites from childhood. He would beg his mother to recount it over and over again which she did for the sake of loving indulgence. Selene was a witch from another continent who came with her clan as one of the first to enter the continent of Lupine. It wasn't called that at the time though. Selene was the first witch consort taken by a King and their marriage was what brought the union between witches and royalty to fruition. Others began to follow Hilgar's example after seeing how her magic helped save and unite Leptia. While very few actually wedded them, witches were held in very high esteem and sought as advisors and council members.

"Her other moniker was Mother of Serpents because she always carried a black adder around her neck," Jeremy managed to keep his voice steady.

Elena remained on her knees regarding her brother with a dazed expression. The entire feast looked dazed at his actions.

He raised his voice, "I could think of no better gift befitting a witch and Queen of your stature than evidence that you are indeed every bit as worthy as your great ancestor."

Bonnie chuckled softly, "I know the story of Selene well but she is not my direct ancestor. Bennett witches trace our lineage through a different progenitor. Qetsiyah of Rhona." Rhona was a small mythical island in the Falkland Sea. It was said that Qetsiyah sailed with her family to the border of Leptia then made her way down to Halvshik where the people received her with open arms. At least back when witches were more loved than feared.

The Gilbert boy shrugged, clasping his hands together, "To my understanding all witches are brothers and sisters alike in the craft no matter the clan."

She grinned unable to hide how impressed she was with this brash boy, "You are quite fond of witches are you?"

"Just a fond curiosity, my lady."

"And quite dramatic too," Sheila added dryly. It seemed the games of court were beginning already and the wedding hadn't even come. This one was so clearly inching for her granddaughter's favour but somehow, she couldn't fault him for it. He took quite a large gamble and it might just be paying off.

The Hand seconded her opinion, "Where did you manage to capture the beast?"

"The fields at Gilbert manor are crawling with them my lord Hand. Not a terribly easy endeavour but I ingested enough milkdrop to aid with catching them," His answer was so nonchalant when the actions were anything. He'd taken a trip to his family's estate without alerting his father and searched for the black adder knowing that the grassy areas housed them the most. Not an easy task at all. He narrowly escaped being bitten himself and had to pay a groundsman to fetch the most airtight box to bring it to the capital city of Fell.

"Well not everyone goes through the trouble of ingesting antivenom just to secure a gift," Caroline snorted.

"Indeed," Stefan mumbled, having taken his seat back beside her.

Lucy crossed her legs, "Are your gifts always so... eye-catching?"

"Sometimes I limit myself to paintings and books when I feel up to it," Jeremy's eyes darted too briefly at the youngest prince.

"Did your father put you up to this young Gilbert?" Klaus asked, pining his eyes on the boy. Jeremy tried his best to maintain the rigid pose but faltered ever so slightly under his intense gaze. It made the King grin visibly.

"I'm certain he brought his own gift. This is from myself and my sister." A diplomatic and humorous answer. Just one look at the trembling girl would show she had no idea what her brother was up to. Klaus could admire his ingenuity and if the respect was true, he might reward it. But the elder Gilbert was still a thorn in his flesh and that meant all of his House would remain under his careful eye.

Damon helped Elena to her feet who muttered a soft thanks. "I hope you have taken no offense my Queen for we meant none."

"The opposite," Bonnie delightedly allowed the creature lick her finger and fed it a piece of meat. No doubt she would need to provide a more appropriate feed for the creature. "Snakes are thought to be messengers of the goddess. Sometimes it is said that she takes their form to give words when we are unable to hear. I am not yet a queen but am honoured by your gift Lord and Lady Gilbert."

Jeremy bowed and Elena followed suit, "You are already in all but name. We are humbled by your acceptance. I understand many still feel wary of your presence but I can boldly say that House Gilbert is a true ally to you my Queen."

Klaus kept his expression impregnable. Another very bold claim. Either this boy had no idea of his father's true feelings or he disregarded him all together. It nearly made him laugh out. Perhaps Jeremy Gilbert needed an invitation to court. He did not trust the boy but such promise needed to be fostered and observed. Not to mention there might actually end up being a competent human being to take over House Gilbert.

"Your allyship is a welcome on my lord," His witch smiled demurely. The snake hissed once more from her shoulders. The music began to pick up once again since it appeared Jeremy wouldn't lose his head for trying to attack the new Queen.

"I think I'd like to dance. Will you indulge me, my love?" Bonnie interlocked her hand with Klaus'.

He squeezed it without force, "How can I refuse my bride anything?"

Aurora was sequestered in her chambers the moment she arrived from Mystia. Her rooms hadn't changed much. She knew that was less likely by her Father's orders and more because of her brother. If King Richard had his way then every memory of her would be scrubbed from these walls. He'd already told her just as much after making sure to remind her of his disgust and disappointment. Her womb had been their undoing. Her duty was to put a half Martan prince on the throne. A duty she failed.

There was a small pouch of snake root in her hand which she greedily licked wanting the mind-altering effects to pull her away from the sadness she felt.

The door opened and she snapped, "I said I want no visitors!"

Her brother, Tristian entered with a raised brow, "I believe I'm an exemption."

She sighed falling into bed, "Are you also here to tell me how I've disgraced our line?" The empty snake root pouch was hidden underneath her pillow. Tristian didn't approve of it. She'd been using it more and more ever since the annulment.

"Far from it. I know you did your best," He comforted. Tristian was her only friend and confidante. Growing up her elder sister Astrid was the apple of their father's eyes. Her illness broke his heart into a million pieces and meant that Aurora was married to Klaus instead. Tristian was heir and the only son so he won the remainder of King Richard's affection. Aurora was just the afterthought and spare child he gave no regard to. Tristian was the only one who treated her with any semblance of care.

She placed a pillow on her lap, "My best meant nothing. I took all kinds of potions and herbs, did everything in my power to get pregnant but it didn't happen. My womb is cursed." Her voice wobbled.

Tristian took her hand into his sitting beside her, "No part of you is cursed. The wolf king was most likely the cursed one whose seed could not yield fruit."

A harsh laugh escaped her lips, "It was not his seed. No, he made sure to test himself constantly by the healers and consulted seers. Not to mention that blasted prophecy he lived and swore by to have three children of his lineage. The fault laid solely with me."

He kissed her palm. "Then he was not worthy to have a rose like you."

Aurora managed a small smile, "You always say the sweetest things. It hardly matters now. Knowing father, I'll be married to some loyal and obedient noble and sequestered in a manor far away from here and my former husband now has a new witch to birth his wolf cubs." The capital Kulle was her home and where she grew up. If married, no doubt her new husband would push her away from the prying eyes of court unless she managed to give him a child or two. Such a miserable existence is what awaited her.

"I will not let that happen," Tristian swore. He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "I have a plan. A plan that might just push us from the thumb of those proud wolves and put Marta rightfully as the head of the empire."

"Cease such treasonous talk," Aurora snapped in terror. Planning revolt of any kind could cause him to lose his head especially since their father was a proud ally to Mystia.

He grasped her chin harshly, "I speak of making us what we deserve. I hate what he did to you. Embarrassed you and annulled your marriage for a cause that was not your fault. He has hardly taken any time before announcing to marry some peasant woman just because she happens to be a witch. Are you not angry!?"

"Of course I am!" She screamed.

Tristian grinned, "Good. Use that anger and let it fuel you. We will make this right. You will be the queen you've always deserved to become."

Aurora huffed in frustration, "But how? There is no king unmarried whom our father will agree to give me away. Not to mention very few will be eager to marry a woman who failed to give King Niklaus a child. I am ruined."

"You are not ruined sister," Tristian insisted. "I am making plans, big plans. I have an ally in the works emerging who will help us. In return, I will give him your hand."

"Who is this ally?" She questioned sceptical.

He kissed her forehead, "For now you have no need to know. I will reveal all in due time."

Aurora sighed but accepted his answer. A small ray of hope no matter how little would be guarded in her heart. She deserved to be queen. She knew it in her heart of hearts from the moment she was a little girl. It was why she poisoned Astrid the moment it was announced that her Richard planned to give her away to the king as his eldest daughter. Her soft-spoken sister who knew nothing of politics and intrigue would have wasted such an opportunity.

She told no one of it but was fairly certain her brother knew. If he did, he said nothing.

"Promise me that you know what you're doing," Aurora demanded half slurring. The snake root was starting to take effect. "That you will not start a war and waste us just to fail. I will never forgive you for that."

Tristian smiled, "Of course I am. I always do."

Jeremy spread his arms on the stone balcony overlooking the vast palace gardens. The feast was winding down but he felt tapped out of socializing for a moment. An hour more and he would take a carriage home hopefully beating his father who no doubt was already informed of his antics with the gift to the witch princess.

Gardening held no appeal to him but his late mother had loved it so much. Even in her frail health she still went out once a day to tend to her roses and peonies, cooing over their colourful form. After her death he tried to take it up himself to ensure her beloved roses at Gilbert manor remained in bloom. His father castigated him for it claiming it was an act unbefitting of an heir. As if caring for a plant somehow made him unable to study geography and Orleanian. He was more skilled in the language than even John as his mother Isobel was half Orleanian herself.

His uncle by marriage, Lord Saltzmann thankfully had no such qualms and allowed him to tend to the gardens in the Saltzmann estate from time to time. Just to feel closer to his mother.

"If you're not careful you'll find yourself tipping over the edge." A familiar voice startled him from behind. Upon recognition, Jeremy stiffened himself trying to look unaffected.

"The fall won't kill me," The youngest Gilbert said confidently.

"No but it will hurt and I rather like your pretty head intact," Prince Kol Mikaelson situated himself beside him.

"When has that ever mattered to you your majesty?" Jeremy asked, almost mocking.

Kol gave him a look, "It always has."

"Why are you here? I'm sure Stian is missing you inside," Jeremy swiftly changed course.

"What was that with the snake? Do you know how dangerous what you pulled was?" Kol yanked his arm to put them face to face. "My brother could have beheaded you right there and then."

"But he didn't," Jeremy pulled his arm away. "It was a calculated risk and one that paid off. Now your future sister-in-law knows that she has an ally on her side."

"And you will have an in with the royal family. How well things work in your favour," Kol sneered.

"You of all people have no right to judge me," Jeremy snapped. "I am doing the best for myself and my sister. We weren't all so fortunate to be born in a loving family where your brother allows no discrimination against you and makes it law. Some of us have fathers who will not hesitate to disown and disinherit me if he ever found out I like cock so forgive me for ensuring some manner of survival."

"I told you time and time again to let me help you," Kol softened his voice a touch. He placed his hand on Jeremy's left arm. He ignored the familiar feeling that came over him. It had been months since they touched like this. He refused to miss it.

"Help me? Kol, you prance around with a different boy every month. How am I supposed to take you seriously?" Jeremy hated how vulnerable he sounded. His mother taught him from a very early age that revealing weakness got one killed. People used them against you without hesitation so to give them ammunition was to sign a death warrant. Unfortunately, his weakness stood right in front of him.

"They mean nothing to me," The prince swore cupping his face. "It's you I love." He went around with other men to distract himself from the one he really wanted.

"Love has no meaning to me. You know this," Jeremy muttered painfully looking down.

Kol closed his eyes. This was why they didn't work out. Because Jeremy Gilbert somehow convinced himself that he couldn't be loved and every of the prince's attempts to convince him met a dead end. He cursed John Gilbert for the pain he inflicted on his son.

"If I tell my brother he'll remove your father from the council and maybe even force him to retire as Lord of Gilbert House," Kol sought desperately.

"And everyone will think that the King plays favourite's and the council will be in disarray especially since he's been a long serving member. I can't do that to your family, not when there are still people doubting the legitimacy of your brother's rule. He needs just cause to oust my father," Jeremy admitted looking away. King Niklaus had changed so many things from the better from making laws that ensured healing houses had professionals to taxing the noble houses. The common people were now taxed less and had more bread. Education in writing and arithmetic was available to merchant and common children. He built a library near the temple to this effect. But the old houses who enjoyed their low taxes and the leeway to mistreat their vassals were resentful of the king.

"And how will making friends with Bonnie help?"

"I heard from Matt Donovan that your brother plans to do a controversial thing," Jeremy lowered his voice. Lord Matt Donovan sat on the council and was consulted by the Hand Lord Elijah over a delicate matter not even the other council members knew. The reason he told Jeremy was because they were close friends from childhood and he knew that Jeremy could be trusted. "He plans to make Bonnie Bennett a queen in equal power. Not a consort."

The news took Kol by surprise because even he had not been informed about it. No doubt the only ones who did were Elijah and Stefan. He had no interest in politics so news like that hardly got to him.

"Not even Aurora had that. She was strictly a consort," Kol said in disbelief. A Queen in equal power hadn't been given in over a century. The last queen in equal power was Queen Wynonna who ruled with her husband King Finn, the namesake of his late older brother. She ruled for five years beside him before dying in childbirth. King Finn's next wife was a consort only.

Making the witch Queen in equal power would stir so many people. He hoped that Klaus knew exactly what he was doing. His brother seemed to make it his mission to buck convention at every turn. Bonnie needed to rise to the occasion because Niklaus was risking so much for his faith in her.

Jeremy nodded, "And as queen she will have the power to appoint one more seat on the council. Who better than the person who welcomed her to court and pledged to her?"

Kol scoffed, "I've always said you were ambitious but this takes the cake. Two members of the same House cannot both have a seat on the council."

"I know that. But if my father does disinherit me then we shall not have that problem," Jeremy said with a small smile. "That's why I'm doing this. To finally have a reason to remove myself from his thumb."

"And what of Elena?"

"General Salvatore obviously wants to marry her so her future is secure. He just needs to summon the courage to ask," Jeremy rolled his eyes at the notion. Personally, he could not see the appeal of the man beyond his handsome face and admittedly adequate military expertise but that was who Elena set her heart upon. "If he does not, I will take her into my custody."

Kol brushed his forehead inching closer until their lips nearly touched, "And where do I fit in with this new world order?"

Jeremy felt his heart spike, "I'm not sure your majesty."

The prince chuckled and kissed him, cupping both cheeks in his hand. Their lips moved in sync both getting lost in the affection they'd denied themselves for so long. Jeremy finally pulled away to breathe pressing his forehead against Kol's, "This doesn't mean anything. You're a prince. You deserve better than me." He was giving him an out. Things wouldn't magically become fixed between the both of them. There were too many issues that drove them apart. But he would be lying if he didn't admit that Kol was the one person with whom his weakness didn't feel like it was a weakness.

"I am a prince so I get what I want. And I want you Jeremy Gilbert," Kol caressed the nape of his neck.

Jeremy grinned, "And what about Stian?"

"Shut up." Kol kissed him to silence all talk about everything else.

Bonnie sighed in relief when Talissa unlaced her dress and she pushed down the bodice. The two servants helped her push the dress down and she stood in her under clothes. After the very eventful feast, she and Klaus retired to his chambers where her maid servants were helping her to undress while the King watched from bed appreciatively.

"Thank you," Bonnie said with a smile dismissing the girls.

They bowed and retreated from the room. She grazed the surface of her necklace's gem with her thumb and turned to face her groom in bed. "Well, one cannot say Mystian feasts are without excitement."

Her new pet snake hissed from its box on the bedside table. She carried it, placing it around her neck. Klaus eyed it warily, "I do hope you're not planning on bringing it to our bed."

Bonnie laughed, "Is my wolf afraid of a tiny serpent?"

"Not afraid. Merely intolerant of being inconvenienced by a slithering reptile," He grimaced sitting up and crossing his legs.

Bonnie dropped the snake back in its box, "Nothing can hurt you remember? The protection spell lasts for at least two months. Plus, I've told her not to harm you and she understands."

"Her?"

"It's a she," Bonnie smiled fondly at the creature. "I am thinking of naming her Selene to continue with the inspiration behind her gifting."

Klaus hummed, "I'll be sure to send the costs for all the rats and critters she will devour to House Gilbert."

She laughed again and crawled on the bed laying her head down on his chest. Klaus placed an arm around her enjoying the contact. Bonnie felt contentment, "You said our bed."

"So I did. You've slept here more than in your own chambers," He pointed out.

"And whose fault is that?" Bonnie flicked his earlobe with her tongue.

"Ah, I see. I'm so sorry my cock is such a disturbance to you. I'll be sure to keep it out of your way in the coming days." He pretended to leave the bed but she pulled him back in a giggling fit.

"Don't you dare!" She pulled him on top of her wrapped her legs around his waist to keep the king trapped in place. She rolled her hips against his, "This cock belongs to me now."

Klaus mouthed against her shoulder, "I suppose I can live with that." He gripped her wrists and placed her hands over her head. He shifted back ever so slightly to admire her form. Fuck, how did he find himself so lucky? Each time his eyes fell on her, he found something new to admire. Every part of her was a lovely thing. His gaze fell over her from her head and stopped at her stomach. He wondered if his heir was already settled in there. He hoped so. Many would find it improper for a woman to end up pregnant before their marriage but he could care less. The thought of Bonnie with his child in her belly made him feel feral with want.

"You know plenty about the story of Selena of Leptia," Bonnie said knowingly.

"It was a popular tale but the details were lost with time," Klaus braced himself on both arms to avoid falling on her. "My mother told it to me nearly every night as a child."

"Oh?"

He glanced away not wanting to meet her eyes. "It was my favourite actually. I would beg each night to hear it and she would pretend not to want to but relented each time." His tone was fond and sad. She leaned up to kiss his chin. "My mother, Esther, was descended from one of the ten children of Selene and Hilgar. A fact she was very proud of. The craft did not manifest itself in her of course but she learnt everything she could."

In many Leptians it became rare about three hundred years after Selene's death and became practically extinct in the present day. No one could understand why. Still, most Leptians held great respect for their ancestry and Esther Mikaelson nee Bergen was one of them.

"A love she passed down to you," Bonnie felt admiration for the woman.

Klaus nodded going lower to chastely kiss her lips. For the first time he wished his mother was alive to meet his future wife, "And I shall pass it down to our children and to my people."

"If they accept me as Queen." Worry bled into her voice.

"I've been working with Lord Donovan on that. He has ears and eyes all over the kingdom gathering word and taking information. So far, the majority hold no fear of a witch marrying their king," He assured. She met Matt Donovan and his sister Vicki during the feast. He was a pleasant fellow who gifted her a sword. Mostly ceremonial as she could not actually lift one to fight.

"Consort is very different from being a queen with actual power." Ever since Klaus made his intention clear to Sheila, Bonnie had been working in secret with a few discreet tutors who were to instruct the young bride everything she would need to know to rule. It was quite tedious so far but determination was an aid to work. She had some supplemental knowledge already of history and languages due to their travels. She could speak fluent Orleanian, Havshik, her father's dialect of Birkin and passable Leptian. Marta and Mystia both used a common language. Witches of her clan were learned in New Rhodian a butchered version of the original Qetsiyah of Rhoda spoke. It had been just a few days, she still had plenty to learn.

"And you will be a very different queen," Klaus spoke with confidence. "I have faith in you."

"I will ensure that your faith in me is justified," She kissed him once more.

Klaus knew what he was doing was risky. Elijah made sure to remind him of that every single minute. He was a man of careful planning and consideration. But some things could not be planned. Bonnie would be a queen and she would rule well. It was written by the gods. Everything within him was certain she would make the intelligent equal he'd secretly sought all these years. Aurora thought herself to be this equal but was far from the truth. There was more to being a good ruler than scheming and treachery. Not that she really did that so well.

He responded eagerly to the kiss tangling his fingers in her hair with one hand and undoing his breeches with the other. He pulled back the skirt of her underclothes until her warmth was bare. He breathed in the scent of her arousal, stroking his large fingers gently over her clit and enjoying how her breathing hitched in response.

The snake hissed as if mistaking its new mistresses sounds of pleasure for pain and he glared at the thing.

Bonnie giggled waving a hand behind her where the box sat. "I am fine sweets."

"We should really move that thing away from our chambers," The king huffed, not at all sounding like a petulant child.

She bit his bottom lip, licking the seam of his mouth, "No. She'll get lonely." A snake got lonely. What the fuck was his life? Still, he would endure such ridiculousness for the sake of the woman before him. Selena the snake should be grateful he didn't feel like feeding her to eagles. Yet.

Bonnie helped him free his manhood and moaned in delight when he sunk into her, both hands on her hips holding her down and thrust hard. "You claimed this cock as yours. Now fuck it like it belongs to you."

She took that go ahead and began rolling her hips wildly along with his, nails sunk into his arms and lips parted so prettily. If every part of Bonnie looked beautiful in normal light, in the throes of passion she was heavenly.

Klaus groaned against her throat revelling in every squeeze around his cock. He lifted them up so he rested on his ankles and she was seated on him, one hand on the bed to balance him and the other at the nape of her neck. He thrust harder making her scream out. Her breasts bounced enticingly with each stroke and her moans came out in breathy pants.

"Yes, come on your king's cock," He commanded in a strangled voice.

The use of his title had Bonnie obeying with enthusiasm and mewled at the powerful orgasm that shook through her until she felt boneless. Klaus followed not long after finishing inside her with a grunt. She threw her arms around his neck burying her face in the crook of his neck. He wrapped his arms around her waist holding her close to enjoy the afterglow.

There was a small hiss from the box.

"I don't think Selene is happy to have witnessed that," His witch said in a serious voice. "She doesn't seem very fond of you at the moment."

On second, he would feed both the snake and Jeremy Gilbert to an eagle.

I hope you liked the inclusion of other characters here. Jeremy/Kol is a minor ship I enjoy from time to time. Klaus has some witch blood in him. The de Martels are being devious. I wonder what their plans are...(She says like she's not the author).