Hello again and welcome to Chapter 7 of this wonderful story! I'm sorry its taking so long to get to the action but I like to write slow plot build up. Like I did in One Piece Cinderella , which you guys should check out! Chapter 6 was a rollercoaster from start to finish though. I was exhausted writing it but we were introduced to Lexi and Marcel….idk whether Marcel can be trusted or not. You'll just have to wait and see in the story. He's definitely not as loyal as Jackson is, I'll tell you guys that.
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Disclaimer: I don't own characters from Vampire Diaries or The Originals . They belong to Julie Plec and the CW!
Chapter 7
(Elsewhere in the kingdom…)
Candles flickered, casting light in the windows of the huts lining the road. Tiny shrubs grew along the walls while flowering vines creeped along the outside of the houses, their purple and blue buds in full bloom. The coven of witches belonging to the village made their homes outside the Bennett manor.
Even after the death of Abigail and Kol's charm convincing them it was Bonnie who pulled the fatal trigger, some of the women still had a mistrust of the vampire who currently ruled over them. Genevieve, one of the leaders, had faithfully followed Abigail and the rest of the Bennett family up to Sheila, Abigail's mother.
Unfortunately an accident occurred, causing Sheila's disappearance before her granddaughter was born. Abigail and her husband searched everywhere for the missing woman but she was never found. Some have speculated Sheila was using magic that made her disappear, a new spell gone horribly wrong or so they thought.
The entire coven mourned her, even erecting a statue of her likeness in the manor gardens. Although, whenever Genevieve or another leader were summoned to meet with Kol, they noticed the gardens, once full of life and much larger, were now considerably smaller with almost nothing growing there except for purple roses. The flowers covered the statue, their spiky vines creeping everywhere.
Genevieve knew in that moment, her trust with this vampire and his family was as a fraying knot. It would be no time at all until it broke entirely. However, to save from being tortured or slaughtered by his werewolf soldiers, she'd keep certain things in Kol's favor.
Certain things she would not.
It was on that particular day he visited her, along with his second-in-command. Jackson, was it? Genevieve never bothered to remember any names as long as they left her and her people in peace. The witch had been washing some dishes when she heard horses outside along with the fearful murmurs emitting from the townspeople.
An annoyed sigh escaped her lips while she put the rag and plate down in the washbowl. What was it this time? Genevieve hoped there was a good reason for the vampire to show up unannounced. From the neighing she heard, it sounded like he'd brought a few more soldiers than usual, which was never a good sign.
Opening the door, she was met with a large black stallion standing in front of her dwelling, snorting and pawing the ground. Kol was atop the horse dressed in black riding gear complete with a cape draped around his shoulders, a silver Gaelic-styled "M" pinning the two ends together just below his neck. A black wide-brimmed hat with a silver plume sticking out and black gloves completed the look.
Jackson, riding his chestnut horse along with ten soldiers with their horses and supplies, accompanied him. They were positioned further back from the young vampire. The looks the werewolves were giving the witches who stood outside made Genevieve uneasy, her eyes flickering from them to rest on the cold brown ones that were at the moment appearing sincere.
She knew Kol was up to something. What it was, she'd hope to find out.
Taking off his hat and bowing his head politely, Kol lifted his face as he wore a smile, making eye contact with the witch before him. He observed the nod of Genevieve's head as she curtseyed and looked him in the eye as well. Kol was first to break his stare by dismounting and walking over to her, stopping so he was face to face.
All the witches of the coven bowed in respect, lest they be punished. They prayed the soldiers couldn't smell fear as their bodies trembled. Kol inhaled and exhaled, cocking his head so he could eye the women with a smirk; He had to make sure they weren't terrified of him, but still afraid enough not to rebel against him. His brother taught him never to trust witches.
Glancing back to the red-haired woman in front of him, Kol's smirk widened while he reached out a hand, stroking the side of her face. The gesture caused Genevieve's body to stiffen, her face turning paler than she was now as her eyes widened in fear.
"I hear you girls have or know the whereabouts of something that belongs to me." His gaze never left Genevieve's as he spoke softly. "I came to this hovel wondering if the stories are true."
Swallowing hard, the witch felt her heartbeat quicken, knowing Kol could hear it by the way his smirk turned into a grin. Taking a deep breath, she stared him in the eyes, not too defiant or she'd end up dead. "What exactly are you searching for, my lord?"
Kol chuckled, reaching into his pocket to pull out a scroll. With a flick of his wrist it unraveled, revealing an illustration of a massive diamond. Seeing the drawing caused Genevieve to gasp, not unnoticed by Kol.
"The Perennial Diamond, my dear. Apparently it's well known throughout the covens, however no one can figure out where the location might be." Tapping his chin, the vampire uttered a sigh while gazing upwards. "It seems it's vanished into thin air, perhaps." Leering to the side, he squinted as his eyebrows furrowed in suspicion. "Or…"
Without warning, Genevieve suddenly felt herself slammed into the wall of her house, a strong hand around her neck squeezing her throat. Shocked and confused as to what was going on, she gasped for air, attempting to beg the vampire to release her. Baring his fangs in a smile, Kol simply stroked her face with his thumb, leaning closer so his mouth was at her ear. "Or I'm being lied to. Tell me Genevieve, for as long as you've been leader of these women, do you ever think I'd hurt you or them?"
Yes. Genevieve wanted to reply, but she kept her mouth shut, choosing to shake her head. Not simply for her sake but for the safety of her coven. Who knows what he would do if she made him angry. If they made him angry.
Kol gazed into her eyes, searching for any sign of uncertainty. When he couldn't find any, an amused chuckle emitted from him. "Correct answer, darling. Now, I have to ask, do you or anyone in your group know the whereabouts of the jewel?" Turning around, he eyed everyone in the coven. "If you girls are lying to me, the same thing that happened to your 'sister's who defied me will happen to anyone I find not telling the truth. Understood?" He faced Genevieve once more. "You'll be the first if I don't get the answer I seek."
The coven leader prayed this evil man couldn't detect her fear. With the forces Kol had at his disposal, the witches were powerless against him, making their magic not enough if bitten by one of his soldiers. No longer was he ruling by charm and sweet words, instead he used an iron fist that dared anyone to step out of line.
If only you were still alive, Lord Bennett and Abigail. Genevieve thought. Composing herself, her green eyes flared so they bore holes into the vampire's own, attempting not to let him know she was afraid.
"The thing you seek most, my lord, is closer than you realize." That was the most the witch would say. It was the most she could say before she'd break her composure.
A brief flicker of confusion appeared in Kol's eyes before his expression hardened. Unamused by her cryptic words, he glared, clenching his teeth while squeezing this rebellious woman's neck tighter. He'd snap it if he didn't already have use for her. Although from what he just heard her tell him, that usefulness was waning by the second.
"Tell me what you mean, witch! How close is it?" He leaned closer again, his breath wafting in her ear. "Answer me now and I won't have to compel it out of you!"
Instead of begging and pleading for her life like Kol was expecting, Genevieve gazed with her emerald eyes unflinching, almost as if she could see right through him. "I've already told you what I know and what these young women know. There's no point in interrogating us any further, unless you want me to repeat myself."
Kol was irate. This woman dared not tell him, her master, where the diamond is? If he found out a single witch in the village, no matter how young or old, was keeping it from him, they would all suffer! Especially Genevieve! No one rebelled against him and got away with it! No one.
Directing a sharp glare towards the witch, he released her neck, letting her drop to the ground. Genevieve massaged her throat, gazing up to meet Kol's cold stare. "If I find you're playing me for a fool, darling, I promise there won't be a hut or shack left standing when my men are done burning this entire village and everyone in it to the ground!"
Before she could react, Kol knelt in front of Genevieve, snatching her chin in his hand while a smirk formed on his lips. "Perhaps I'll save you for my own personal use. My bed does get cold and the last witch that slept in it unfortunately is cold herself. Cold in the ground that is."
He let out an evil laugh before releasing Genevieve to climb back on his horse, not even sparing a glance towards the insulted woman still sitting on the ground. Watching the vampire ride away while she put a hand to her face from where Kol gripped her, Genevieve glared in the direction of the galloping horses.
How was he able to talk to her that way? If her magic was powerful enough, that false lord would be nothing but ash! Instead, Kol's conniving nature and sweet words made it so no one could touch him. No one except….
A random thought entered her mind, perfect for her musings right now. Genevieve smirked while she remembered hearing a prophecy, one that told of a hunter and witch coming together with a stone to defeat an evil threatening to take over the entire world.
All she had to do was wait and see who would play their parts.
(Meanwhile, at Damon and Elena's castle…)
"No no no! That's not it at all!"
Jeremy groaned. This was the fourth time Alaric's voice made him stop what he was doing because it wasn't correct. What made it even more embarrassing was the fact he was holding his best friend with an arm wrapped around Matt's waist while he held the soldier's hand with his.
All they were missing was a poufy ball gown and it'd be perfect, as Jeremy told Matt numerous times since the infernal dance classes began.
The two boys were practicing as they had been for four straight hours now. Jeremy could swear everything from his thighs down would be sore when he awoke in the morning from all the twirling and dipping Alaric was having them do. He was gonna curse his parents for this if it's the last thing he did!
Speaking of Alaric, the former hunter stood in the center of the room, using his voice to instruct and guide the boys where he wanted them to be and in what position. Everything had to be perfect for the ball, with all that was riding on it. He'd make sure of it, for Elena.
"My prince, lean your partner down as you dip, not to the side. It's all one fluid motion. That motion doesn't mean shaking them back and forth as you go down."
The prince smiled tightly as he took hold of Matt's hand and moved his other hand to his friend's back. He would have killed Alaric by now if Alaric couldn't get to him first. Leaning forwards so Matt leaned backwards, Jeremy gazed into those blue eyes, batting his own.
Bursting out laughing, Matt was momentarily distracted so he didn't noticed his foot slip, causing both boys to come crashing to the floor on top of one another. Alaric quickly turned to see Matt sprawled out on the floor, gazing up at the ceiling while Jeremy lay on top of him, facing downwards. Much to the hunter's relief both boys were conscious, as seconds later they blinked and got off one another.
Getting to their feet, Jeremy and Matt dusted each other off and came to stand at attention in front of a very amused Alaric. It was difficult to make the man angry, as both boys have tried in the past as well as the King, thus the partnership between him and the royal family became stronger as a result. That emotion was one his enemies could never use against him, and he asked it remain that way.
That being said, he was routinely frustrated with Jeremy and Matt, especially the consistent pranks they pulled, or attempted to, on the older man. Sometimes it would get to be too much where Elena would intervene, scolding both boys and grounding her son. However Damon was a different story. Much to the Queen's chagrin, the King often joined in whatever mischief the boys were up to involving his friend.
One morning all three men snuck into Alaric's chambers, filled his bathtub full of bubbles while he slept, then waited silently outside in time to hear his reaction to there being bubbles everywhere. Even up to the ceiling! Suffice to say, both Alaric and Elena supervised the cleaning afterwards as Elena gave them all an earful. Jeremy, Damon and Matt hung their heads and apologized with the two boys winking at one another, the gesture unnoticed by the king and queen.
Jeremy's and Matt's attentions focused back on Alaric after hearing him clear his throat. They didn't want to be caught daydreaming when they should be listening, or who knows what he'd tell the prince's mother and father. Alaric, his hands behind his back, looked at each of the young men in front of him, nodding in approval.
"Your lesson is done and you boys have done well. We still have a week before the ball so everyday will be spent practicing until you reach perfection. Maybe then any young ladies you dance with won't leave disappointed." He gave Jeremy a wink. "I hope these lessons will benefit your quest of finding a wife, my prince. You'll need one more than you realize."
Jeremy noticed the way Alaric glanced downwards towards the floor, his eyes filled with what seemed like…sadness? The prince made a mental note to ask the duke about it at another time.
A hand patting his shoulder broke Jeremy from his thoughts where he turned to see Matt beside him. Knowing his friend was about to ask if there was anything wrong, the prince mouthed "Later.", watching Matt nod in understanding.
Jeremy didn't want Alaric knowing what he saw. Not yet anyway.
Alaric lifted his head to face the boys, giving them a smile of reassurance so he hoped they wouldn't ask questions. If they saw, they saw but they wouldn't be concerned, right? That was one conversation Alaric wouldn't be having anytime soon. Or ever.
"Anyway, you are both dismissed. We will meet tomorrow, bright and early." The duke waved his hand before he stopped to get Jeremy's attention. "My prince, a word."
A look of confusion crossed the boy's face before he let himself be led to the side of the ballroom by Alaric. Once far enough from Matt, Jeremy stared, waiting to hear what was on his teacher's mind. He hadn't seen the prince's reaction, had he? If so, then this was about as good a time as any to have that conversation.
Alaric simply smiled, placing his hand on Jeremy's shoulder to give it a good squeeze. "You still have a long way to go before you rule this kingdom. Before you object, I know you have what it takes, but you need guidance." Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a wooden stake. Jeremy stared in surprise. What was Alaric doing with a stake? Wasn't he just his father's personal servant?
Before the question could be asked, Alaric answered. "Yes this is a stake, a weapon used to kill vampires. However I don't ever use it unless absolutely necessary and only in self-defense. Yes, I am an ex vampire hunter who is now serving the King and Queen of Mystic Falls, who are vampires. Why haven't I killed them yet? Well the answer is because your father saved me in the woods one night from a rogue vampire who led a pack. I was about to be killed when Damon and your uncle Stefan were returning from a hunting expedition. Fortunately for me, they killed my attackers and your father asked me if I would be willing to serve beside him as friends. I agreed and that's how our relationship began."
Jeremy listened to Alaric recount how he and his father met, but it still didn't answer his question. Why had he pulled out the stake and what had the reaction meant when he was telling the prince about finding a wife?
"Alaric," Jeremy began, putting a hand on the older man's shoulder this time, his brown eyes gazing into the duke's blue ones. "Your face changed when you mentioned me finding a wife. Now that I think about it, I've never met your wife or knew you had one. Did something happen?"
The prince observed the room growing silent as he watched Alaric put a hand to his chin, his eyebrows furrowed while deep in thought. Had Jeremy said something too personal? What if he did and now Alaric was reconsidering telling him?
Much to the prince's relief, the hunter lifted his face to make eye contact, his entire demeanor changing as though Jeremy hadn't said anything.
"That will come at a later time, for now I feel it is my duty as a hunter to teach you how to defend yourself against supernatural beings. Being a human in a world full of vampires, witches, werewolves…ect., it becomes important to know what to do in case you find yourself in a predicament where your father or myself or even Matt won't be there to help."
"If you accept, your lessons will begin after dancing. We have as long as it takes to prepare for the ball so if this is too short-noticed I understand. However the entire castle will be filled with supernatural creatures from all over so it's imperative for we humans to know how to protect ourselves. The stake I'm holding in my hand will help. Your parents don't want the ball to turn into a bloodbath and neither do I. So what do you say?"
This surprised Jeremy, who thought Alaric was so in league with his mom and dad he would never teach him these skills. He always had the idea of the older man not being interested. Knowing this might be his only chance to learn, the boy outstretched his hand with a smile. "You have yourself a deal. I promise I'll work hard to prove I can become a hunter just like you."
The way Jeremy was excited to learn caused Alaric's heart to swell. He never thought the son of the two rulers of Mystic Falls would be eager to learn how to hunt in another way other than traditionally. It brought peace to his tortured soul knowing his wisdom and knowledge was about to be imparted on the young man.
"One more thing, if you promise me you will show up to both lessons on time along with Matt, then I'll allow you boys to hunt starting today without telling Damon or Elena. Deal?"
Hunt? Really? That's all Jeremy and Matt wanted to do since they started dancing! The prince could have jumped for joy. He definitely had to let Matt know! A large grin overtook his face, his eyes shining in pure excitement. Before he ran out, the prince turned one last time towards his new teacher.
"You've got yourself a deal!" Both their hands slapped together in a handshake, cementing the deal. Alaric and Jeremy smiled at each other before the latter took off, running out of the ballroom to find Matt.
Oh that boy. Alaric chuckled, wondering what he'd gotten himself into. It'd be fun explaining to Elena why Jeremy and Matt were gone during the afternoon. He knew Damon didn't care which is why he didn't concern himself either.
His hand absentmindedly played with his necklace he wore constantly. A silver locket with 'S' engraved in it hung from a silver chain. Inside the locket was a picture of a blonde woman with a fierce expression.
Jenna was a beauty. If she hadn't been attacked and killed by a vampire, she would still be alive. She would also agree with her husband about Jeremy
Let boys be boys.
"I can't believe you talked Alaric into giving you lessons on how to fight vampires and convincing him to let us hunt afterwards. How'd you pull that off?"
Matt and Jeremy galloped through the forest, finally free from the stuffiness of the kingdom and Elena. If the queen thought Matt was going to give up his sword for this stupid dance, she had another thing coming. It apparently wasn't enough for her that he volunteered to take the lessons, now she wanted his weapon too?
The breeze blew Jeremy's hair back while the prince closed his eyes, enjoying not being under the watchful eyes of nearly everyone in the castle, except for Damon. He turned to his friend with a laugh. "I'm not sure myself. He told me about how he and Dad met and offered to teach me how to protect myself against supernatural creatures. He's offering it to you too if you want to learn."
"Really?" This time it was Matt's turn to be amused. "I mean I know the basics from being a soldier, but when am I ever gonna need to learn all the complicated stuff Alaric knows? I'm already learning how to dance from the man for God's sake!"
"He's letting us go hunting after lessons, provided that we show up on time." Leaping over a fallen log, Jeremy had to slow down so Matt could keep pace to talk. "Mom would die if she found out. Especially after making it a rule that I'd be grounded for if I was ever caught. Besides, isn't it cool we're learning from the royal duke how to kill anything from vampires to werewolves? Provided they have to already be threatening our lives for us to kill them, and we can't do it randomly or else it upsets the natural balance."
Nodding in understanding, Matt felt his ears pick up the sound of distant hoof beats up ahead. A lot of them.
Pulling on the reigns, the soldier stopped Isobel, still looking ahead. Jeremy noticed and steadied Vicky beside them, craning his neck to peer through the trees, hearing the hoof beats as well. There shouldn't be anyone else in the forest, not unless they were on a public path, which they were. What puzzled Jeremy was how many he heard. Unless they were from another kingdom or his father's men, the posse couldn't be that large, could it?
Deciding to keep quiet, both boys led their horses into some bushes. Once hidden, they peeked out from among the leaves and branches. The horses from far off seemed to get louder, causing Isobel and Vicky to whinny nervously while Matt and Jeremy kept their senses heightened just in case they were thieves.
Suddenly through the trees, ten horses leapt out, their hooves kicking up dust as their riders, bearing strange black and silver flags with an 'M' embroidered on them, urged them on. A powerful-looking black stallion led the posse, the rider wearing black riding armor and a cape billowing behind him. A hat was atop his head with a silver plume sticking out from the brim, and as Jeremy looked on, he noticed a strange aura around the man. A dark one.
It seemed as if the rider heard Jeremy's thoughts as the prince observed him rein in his animal for a moment. Watching the stranger's head turn as he listened, Jeremy caught sight of brown eyes keenly searching their surroundings before stopping right where he and Matt were spying.
Jeremy never before felt chills down his spine and in the air until those eyes met his. He held his breath, observing the rider's eyebrows furrow while attempting to gaze closer. The prince hoped he wouldn't have to fight. If they did, he knew he would lose just by lack of skill alone. Matt might fare better than him.
After a while of painful silence, the man smirked, turning away to signal forward to the other men around him. He raised his horse in a gallop, the others following suit.
It was a relief when Matt and Jeremy watched the group ride away. It relieved Matt most of all. Turning to his friend, the soldier appeared to be incredibly scared and incredibly confused by the expression on his face.
"Did-did we almost die?" he asked, his eyes widening in fear. "Who, or what, was that?"
It confused Jeremy as well. Who was living in the kingdom with that many men? He heard his father mention there being a vampire lord ruling over a coven of witches but surely this wasn't him. Was it? At any rate the prince would simply ask Damon.
Whoever it was caused Jeremy to have a bad feeling deep in his gut, and Alaric taught them to always trust it.
Ahhhh home.
Kol always loved returning to the manor after a long three days of searching for that infernal diamond. His goal would be complete if it wasn't required! But hope still sprung deep inside after what Genevieve told him, even if that damn witch was cryptic.
After all he had done for them as ruler, the coven still held some mistrust. Well once Kol had the diamond, he wouldn't need their trust, he could take their will by force if he had to. Slaves they'd be, all of them!
The vampire smirked thinking about it. No longer would they rebel against him, instead every supernatural creature would bend to his will and he would rule Mystic Falls! Kol would be king, however a queen was needed. He shook his head. That was a thought for another day. For now, he needed to see if his girls behaved themselves as they were expected to.
Approaching the front of the manor after dismounting from his horse, Kol went up the steps in time for the two double doors to open. They revealed a carpeted path to the staircase leading to his and his daughter's bedrooms. Standing on both sides were all the servants in his household, their heads bowed fearfully.
This amused Kol. Marcel had done well. Everything was as it should be, and while two servants rushed to their master's side to remove his hat, cape, and riding gear, his eyes roamed the room until they spied his other commander. He stood at the end of the line, his head bowed and hands clasped in front of him. Although, Kol couldn't help feeling something was amiss.
Marcel, noticing the vampire's eyes upon him, glanced up and not in a good way. His suspicions confirmed, Kol sped over, his hands gripping the other man's shoulders. The expression on his master's face let Marcel know it wasn't about to be a pleasant conversation; especially when the main topic was the eldest princess's behavior.
Staring into his servant's eyes, Kol prepared himself for whatever answer he'd receive from Marcel. "So, have the girls behaved themselves? I trust they haven't been disobeying my very clear instructions and commands, have they Marcel?"
The commander wanted to shrink into his skin for what he was about to tell the vampire lord. It seemed his master wasn't in the best of moods. Instead, Marcel lifted his head, looking Kol in his eyes while he prayed his fear wasn't detectable. The fear wasn't for himself per say, but for Katherine. It was now or never.
Chuckling nervously, Marcel took a deep breath, thanking his lucky stars Kol hadn't asked about Bonnie's or Lexi's nonappearance at his arrival, which seemed odd. Usually he would expect them, especially Bonnie whom he never missed a chance to have humiliated in front of the other servants. Marcel remembered hearing from Jackson that Kol did it to make sure Bonnie was always thought of as the scapegoat. While he understood it, the method still seemed cruel though he'd never, ever question orders. Not in front of his master or Jackson anyway.
"Well my lord, before you become angry with me, Caroline was perfect. She had some minor issues that you needn't worry about, but all in all the princess didn't cause any major trouble." He paused, glancing from his trembling hands to Kol, who waited to hear about Katherine. Sweat appeared on his forehead, but he gave the vampire a smile, hoping to smooth everything over.
Or make it even worse.
Kol sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose in irritation. Had Katherine behaved or hadn't she? Judging by the way Marcel was acting, a feeling of dread entered his stomach. Apparently not.
"Marcel, is there anything you would like to share about Katherine's behavior?" He paused, stroking his chin, an amused grin upon his lips. "Or should we visit the Solar Room? I hear the lighting is impeccable."
Hearing his master mention the very room Lexi was tortured in made Marcel queasy, remembering what occurred and how horrible it was. He prayed he wouldn't have to experience a punishment like it. Swallowing hard, Marcel scratched the back of his head, thinking of how he could word it to appease Kol and make him reconsider throwing him in the torture chambers.
"Katherine's been up in her room since yesterday, master. She…" He leaned close to the vampire's ear, whispering everything that happened between the princess and Lexi. Kol listened, only for his eyes to widen. He turned to glare fiercely at Marcel once the commander had finished. Had he heard what he just…?
"She did what?!" he growled, causing Marcel to step back from his fiery glare. Pausing for a moment, Kol inhaled to calm himself, the gears in his mind spinning as to why his daughter would do such a thing.
He would find out sooner or later, although he'd rather it be sooner. Perhaps a visit to Katherine's bedroom was in order. It's been far too long since he's chatted with her and maybe this was all a misunderstanding. She would never deliberately disobey her father as Marcel reported. Would she?
Narrowing his eyes in determination, Kol brushed past Marcel, who fell in step behind him, climbing the stairs towards the bedrooms. Marcel, not wanting to disappoint his master any further, followed while hoping he wouldn't be on the receiving end of whatever was about to occur between the vampire lord and the princess.
Upon reaching Katherine's bedroom door, Kol dismissed the maids standing outside with a wave before taking hold of the door knob. Marcel had just reached the top as the door opened, revealing a scene neither the younger vampire nor Kol ever wanted to see again.
(To Be Continued…)
Dun Dun Duhhhhh! Why would I leave it on a cliffhanger? Because I can! Muwahahahaha!!
Anyways, I honestly wanted to fit everything from the day into the chapter but there was too much going on so I decided to once again continue it in the next chapter. So there's a prophecy that Kol doesn't know about and we get to see more life at the palace! Is Jeremy gonna mention the strange man he encountered in the woods? Find out in chapter 8 of Glass Slippers and Wicked Sisters !