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In the beginning, long before the time of man, there were the Gods, powerful and complicated beings who spent their days competing in grand displays of magic, power, and creation.

Above all, the Gods loved to show off their creations, and, from them, the great three races were born. Vampires, Werewolves, and Witches. And though each race was fascinating in its own right, the Gods began to wonder, which one was the greatest? Before long, the question became a source of entertainment, and soon the Gods set the races against each other in the hopes that a battle would ensue and they would have their answer.

Much to their delight, the land fell into war and despair, and yet no one race seemed to wipe out the other but instead threatened to ruin the very earth they lived on. So the Gods separated the races into their own individual lands and hoped that peace would return to the ground, and for some time, it did.

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Bonnie Bennett was surprised, to say the least, though she'd rather say she was dead. Death was inevitable, expected. Death would make the news palatable at the very least. This was the last thing she expected to hear at dinner tonight.

News that read like this: Next in line to become the High Witch of the order of Hecate Bonnie Bennett was to be married to the Original Hybrid and heir to the Throne of Nola, Niklaus Mikaelson.

"Ha! This can't be," Bonnie immediately dismissed the news with a wave of her hand, disbelief pinching her brows together. If this wasn't about politics, she wasn't a witch. Her mother, Lady Abigail Bennett, sat directly across the table from her looking every bit unamused.

"Wasn't it just a month ago that they announced his betrothal to Lady Caroline Forbes, the Earl of Stockton's daughter," Prudence, Bonnie's youngest sister, wondered.

"That is the case, no longer," Their mother replied briefly.

"But-what happened?" Prudence pressed. Bonnie leaned back in her chair, more than ready to hear this answer.

"It would seem King Mikael is of the mind that there are more advantageous matches to be made" Her Father, Rudy Bennett, lifted his sherry to his lips.

"But to me?" She blustered as she looked around the dining room. "To a Witch? Really?"

"Oh come, Bonnie, let us not pretend that you could not find yourself rather comfortable amongst that family," Her mother teased through thin lips. "After all, we all know how popular you are amongst their kind of people."

Bonnie held back her grimace. Yes, her mother, who'd probably been chomping at the bit to make that particular dig. So no, Bonnie couldn't claim the same aversion to vampires as she'd initially been planning to use as her defense. One too many wayward kisses with Stefan Salvatore in the Crossing's Garden, and there was no denying it.

What could she say? He was sweet, suave, and she always thought he had a hot back. But never in a thousand years did she think that those frivolous dalliances would end up with her being cornered into an arranged marriage with a fanged-faced prince.

"Lady Bonnie Mikaelson," she felt her lips move but could not hear the words coming out of them.

"Only for a short while, and then it'll be Queen Bonnie Amelia Mikaelson," Her younger sister Prudence added with a soft smile and enthusiasm that Bonnie could've done without. Prudence was trying to help. And yet, the feeling only made Bonnie's stomach turn more. She could imagine how well Stefan would take it, brooding and carrying on in a way only he could. In his mind, they were going to unite their species through their undying love for each other. The notion was sweet, sweet to have someone think of her that way, even if Bonnie wasn't sure that there was even any love between them. Lust. Infatuation. Sure, but even if there was love, it hadn't been allowed.

It was well known amongst Nobility that mixing of breeds, particularly of witches with vampires, was nothing but the "harmless exploration of youth" and promptly snuffed out as soon dating season was upon them. To think that a good and prosperous match could come from supernaturals crossing paths was lunacy unless it paled in the face of political ambitions, it seemed.

Despite Stefan's trunk of sonnets and poets about grandiose love, they both knew better. In truth, Stefan Salvatore was the least of Bonnie's concerns; one Lady Caroline Forbes problem was beyond him.

Caroline and Bonnie weren't enemies per se. In fact, they were as close to friends as Ladies of two different races in the High Court could be. They were amiable at social gatherings and had gossiped about their latest flings here and there. If Bonnie were honest, the girl was rather sweet and a valued confidant.

But the fact remained that Lady Caroline Forbes had a penchant for petulance. Her sass and snipe were part of her charm but could just as quickly turn into a weapon. Girls in the court were only friends until marital pursuits made them enemies. Bonnie knew it was only a matter of time before the warhorns sounded. It would be a year of quarreling via courtyard gossip, subtle scowls, and scouring for the most enviable laces and velvets—all this madness in the name of snagging the perfect position.

In Caroline's case, it would be on the right arm of the soon-to-be King. Something the blonde had talked about for years, from the way they'd be to two perfect blondes spawning perfect blonde babes to their adventurous lovemaking. Blah blah blah, whatever the lovey-dovey dreamscape, it always involved Prince Niklaus.

Who conveniently was now Bonnie's soon-to-be husband.

Lady Caroline Forbes was not a headache that Bonnie wanted for the rest of her life. Unlike Bonnie, Caroline took the art of the swoon to an entirely different level. Even if the matter of Prince Niklaus were settled and by higher powers than they could ever hope to soften, the blonde would not go quietly into the good night. Bonnie's heart hurt for them both at that moment.

"But-"

"It's settled, my dear," Abigail Bennett cut her off with a wave of her hand and prim smile. "We will go about the season per usual. Prince Niklaus will be instructed to show in interest in you-"

"Instructed-" Bonnie guffawed.

"As the appearance of a love match will help you both gain favor with the public and most importantly keep the rest of the Nobility in line." Her mother pressed on as if she hadn't heard Bonnie's sudden outburst.

"But what of my hopes of a true love match? Is that so wildly out of hand?"

Abby scoffed into her glass of wine, a most unladylike reaction, but she couldn't help herself. Was her wayward rebel of a daughter really insisting on some secret desire for a love match? She shouldn't be surprised. However, where Abigail had sought a position that would bring her power and never once considered love. The fates would have it that her eldest and most potent child would be swept away with notions of "love."

"Surely you do not plan to convince me that this so-called "love" fuels your dalliances with the Salvatore succubus and that Lockwood mutt."

"It does not mean that I could not love or hope to be loved. But instead, I am to spend my time pretending to be in love with Dark Prince Niklaus, to have been woo-ed by the brutish and cold wolf, the blasphemous bastard son of Mikael Mikaelson!" The rising of Bonnie's voice had the servants shifting uncomfortably in their stations near the food.

"As if anyone would believe that!" She finished with a slam of her hand against the wooden dining table.

Her mothers' reply was instantaneous. The sound of glass rattling as her mother's magic slowly uncoiled into the air shocked the room into silence. Bonnie resisted the urge to gasp as the air around her grew heavy with ire. When Abby spoke, it was through thin lips. Her honey-colored eyes were dark, a brown abyss.

"You forget yourself, " Her voice was barely above a whisper, the hissing breathiness of it echoing in every pulse of her magic. Bonnie's own magic sprung to life, seeping out of her in defense.

"You have one job and one job only. That is to lead our people and, in doing so, protect our line. It is time to grow up Bonnie, perhaps I should have forced you to sooner, but you will not question this. You will not ruin it. You will, for once in your life, do as you are told. Is that clear?"

Across the table, Bonnie's father sat stoically for the most part, but it was her sister, Prudence, gripping the table cloth in fear. The sight made the words forming on her lips fall back into her throat, disappearing.

When was the last time their mother had been this upset?

It was rare as Abby allowed her daughters to explore and express themselves freely with little criticism on her part. Many had scrutinized her for it over the years, the loudest of which was Abby's mother, Bonnie's Grandmother, The Dowager Countess, and former High Priestess of Hecate. But even her scrutiny had done little to sway Abby.

Bonnie wondered now, though, if her mother was beginning to regret.

It was the thought that made her bend now.

"Crystal," Bonnie swallowed.

Abby visibly relaxed, sitting back in her chair. Slowly, the magic in the room returned to its respective owners as the servants laid down the main course of their dinner upon a wave of Rudy's hand.

Abby breathed deeply, doing her best to settle herself. She could not remember the last time she had spoken to either of her daughters in such a way. One of her greatest joys was her close relationship with them. They did not despise her as most daughters did her mothers as she hated her own. She hadn't forced them to be prim and proper but taught them to appear so and otherwise be discreet. She knew the pressure of growing up in court, and she knew what it was to marry for the ambitions of one's family.

Perhaps if she had followed her own mothers' suit, Bonnie and Prudence would listen to more and rebuttal less. Perhaps, they would hate her already. Making the sting of fear Abby caught in both their eyes at this moment, that more familiar and all the less painful.

But it had to be done this way, of that Abby was certain. She consulted with Hecate many times over, and all things pointed to this path. As her mother, Abby only hoped that Bonnie's marriage to Niklaus could be one of love in the end as hers had been with Rudy.

Bonnie forced herself to chew the cornish hen and mash potatoes on her plate but found it tasteless. As she set her knife and fork down and watched as the plates were cleared away, her father cleared his throat, breaking the silence.

"To Bonnie," He raised his glass and stood, "You, my dear, will bring honor to us,"

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Hey there, wow, this is nerve-racking. I've been an anonymous reader on this website since I was in middle school ( like 15 years Wowza), and this is my first time putting myself and work out there. I'm not sure what this will become. This is honestly about proving more to myself than anything else. I hope that if you decide to take this journey with me that you enjoy it. This may be a slow burn. I'm still marinating on where I want Bonnie and Klaus' story to go. But I've loved Klonnie forever, and I always believed they were the destined power couple that TVD refused to give us.

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