Answer to the question, Ginna was born after Klaus, she's two years older than Kol.

Chapter 11

His sister

10th century

9-years-old Kol stared at the white flower floating in the air in front of him. Effortlessly he picked its petals off one by one with his mind. He was bored. Why couldn't his mother teach him something more challenging already? He was extraordinarily talented, a prodigy, his mother had said so herself. None of his other siblings had inherited their mother's gift, he was special.

Magic was the only thing he was genuinely good at. It was the most important part of Kol's life. Or maybe the second most important. The most important was Ginna. Thinking about her made Kol smile. His sister. She was the prettiest girl in the village. Unlike his other siblings, she always had time for him.

She tried her hardest to protect him and Rebekah when their father was in a dreadful mood. That wasn't right. Kol wasn't a child anymore, he was almost a man. He should have protected her. Soon he could do that. When his training would be finished, he would be stronger than any of his brothers. Stronger than any man in the village.

"Hi Kol."

He startled out of his thoughts when he suddenly heard Ginna's voice. She was standing next to him with a basket.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"I'm training," he replied proudly. "You want to see?"

She looked at him curiously.

"I would love to."

She was smiling at him. He needed to impress her. A flower wouldn't be enough. He looked at her basket and noticed that it was full of berries. Perfect. He took a deep breath and concentrated. One by one, the berries were floating out of the basket. Ginna's eyes widened as she gasped. Kol smiled and concentrated on the berries. He used them to form a large flower in the air. Ginna stared at it in wonder until Kol guided the berries back into the basked.

"That was amazing," Ginna praised. "You are going to be a very powerful warlock."

Kol shrugged, trying to act careless.

"That was nothing."

He used his mind to pick up a flower and made it float to Ginna. She smiled warmly and stepped in front of him.

"Aren't you sweet."

She leaned towards him and kissed his cheek.

"Come on, we need to go home. It's going to be dark soon."

Silently Kol followed her. He was so happy that he was almost floating. His sister. His Ginna. He wasn't going to let anyone take her from him.

The de Martel estate, 1002

Kol's eyes darkened as he watched Ginna dancing with Count de Martel's son.

"My lady, I must again point out your safety," he said to her. "Surely you understand that someone like you cannot simply walk around by herself."

"Someone like me?" Ginna asked.

"A defenseless woman."

Kol rolled his eyes. What an idiot. Ginna was far from a defenseless woman and besides, she had her family looking after her. She had Kol.

"Forgive me, my lord, but what makes you think I would be defenseless?" she inquired.

"You are a woman. A lady. It is the responsibility of men to keep you safe."

Well, he was partly right about that. Kol had tried his hardest to watch over her. Yet he had failed to be there for her when she would have needed him the most. He had been too late. The bastard who had dared to harm her had already been dead when Kol had arrived. He had stayed in the shadows, watching their father comfort her. Kol had kept a closer eye on her after that, wanting to make sure that nothing like that would ever happen again. He had been pleased when Ginna hadn't shown interest toward anyone after that. There was no man good enough for her.

"You really believe that, my lord?" she asked.

"Of course, it is the natural order of things."

"I am afraid I must disagree, my lord."

"Really? Why is that?"

"I have four brothers and I can assure you that they have taught me how to defend myself. I know how to use a sword."

Kol smiled. That was his Ginna, showing the arrogant fool his place.

"You know how to use a sword? Your father allowed that?"

Obviously, you idiot.

"Yes, he did, he often taught me himself when I was a child. He was a very skilled swordsman."

Kol pressed his lips together, he really didn't want to think about his father.

"I have heard that you are also quite a swordsman, my lord," Ginna continued.

"So I have been told," Tristan replied.

"Well, perhaps you could teach me then? I would love to see what you can do."

Kol's eyes narrowed. Obviously Ginna was just trying to be polite to their host's son, but he still didn't like this. The arrogant lord could misinterpret Ginna's kindness.

"That would not be appropriate, my lady," lord Tristan thankfully replied. "And I certainly do not wish to hurt you."

Kol wanted to laugh. Good luck trying.

"How kind of you," Ginna replied. "But perhaps I would be the one who would hurt you."

"Perhaps. You seem quite fierce, my lady."

"I'm not. I am actually very boring."

"Somehow I doubt that, my lady."

Alright, it was time for Kol to rescue poor Ginna from the obnoxious lord. Determinedly he marched to his sister and glanced at Lord Tristan.

"Do you mind if I cut in?" Kol asked smiling.

There was no expression on the lord's face as he replied.

"Not at all."

Kol took Ginna's hand and pulled her closer.

"You are welcome, sister," he whispered.

She smiled at him as he led her away from Lord Tristan.

"Everything was under control," she assured.

"I am sure it was," he replied. "I just wanted to make sure."

"That was kind of you," she said smiling. "I have missed the old Kol."

He didn't reply to that. It was true that he had changed a lot after their mother's spell. After losing his magic. He had tried to get rid of his pain. Acted like a monster. That was what he was now. He had even been cold and rude to Ginna, but he would have never hurt her. Of course not. She was and always would be his Ginna.