No One's POV
The Mikaelson ball had begun; guests mingled in the foyer and the downstairs of the Mikaelson mansion, servants walked around with oeuvres and drinks, a bar tender tended the bar, and the band played light music in the background to set the proper atmosphere.
But upstairs, Brooklyn flitted back and forth inside her room, putting the final touches on her makeup and hair, confident that she looked good.
"Brooklyn, darling? May I come in?" Niklaus voice asks, a light knock on the door.
"Yes," Brooklyn answers shortly, distracted by a piece of hair that wouldn't behave.
"You look marvelous, Brooklyn. Absolutely ravishing." Niklaus compliments earnestly, coming behind her and snaking an arm around her waist.
"Thank you, Nik. You look quite dashing and handsome yourself." She smiles, looking at their reflection in the mirror.
They fit together, like two pieces of a puzzle, perfectly balanced and perfectly in harmony.
She was the light to his darkness, the humanity to his evil, a gentle heart to sooth and open his hardened one, the salvation and redemption he needed and so desperately craved.
He was calculated and controlled, she was a whirlwind and hurricane of energy and life. He saw the world in black and white, in terms of power and weakness, she saw life in color, filled with beauty, love, and wonder.
"Hmm. Thank you, love." Niklaus hums, pressing a gentle kiss to her neck, allowing his tender side to show.
"So, whatcha need? Is your date here yet?" Brooklyn asks, turning to pick up a makeup brush.
"No, it seems Caroline did not accept my offer." Niklaus shrugs in a seemingly nonchalant motion, watching as Brooklyn pampers herself in the mirror and places final touches on her make up.
"Maybe she's just late. She's probably trying to make sure she looks perfect so she can wow you." Brooklyn suggests.
"Maybe. I'm regretting not having you on my arm tonight, darling. You truly are gorgeous. You shall be the most beautiful women here tonight." Niklaus compliments, his blue eyes smoldering as he catches her gaze in the reflection of the mirror.
"I don't know about that." Brooklyn replies modestly, breaking their eye contact and turning her face, focusing on putting in her earrings, willing the blush away.
"No, I believe my brother is right. You look absolutely divine, Brooklyn. Are you ready to accompany me downstairs?" Elijah's voice asks politely, his figure appearing in her doorway, carefully observing his date; his breathe was immediately taken from him, words truly could not describe her.
The elegant burgundy colored, sweetheart line dress, fitted against her form perfectly, falling from its fitted bodice to pool around her, flattering both her body style, her tan complexion, and smooth skin, and tempting Elijah's inner animal, making Elijah want to run his fingers against her exposed shoulder line and kiss the arch of her neck.
"Yes, I am. You look very debonair, Elijah. All the girls will swoon." Brooklyn compliments with a charming smile, beginning to walk towards him.
"Mmm, not so fast, love. I have something for you." Niklaus interrupts, placing a restraining hand on her arm.
"Nik!" Brooklyn groans, turning to face him.
"It will only take a second. Now come back here. Close your eyes." Niklaus commands firmly, pulling her back to the mirror.
"You better not mess my clothes or my hair up, Nik. I worked hard to look like this!" Brooklyn warns, closing her eyes as asked.
"Wouldn't dream of it. There. You can open your eyes now, love." Niklaus says, placing something on her head.
"Wow. It's beautiful. Thank you, Nik." Brooklyn gushes, her eyes immediately drawn to the diamond tiara now perched on her head.
"Then it suits you perfectly. You are welcome, my darling." Niklaus says affectionately, smiling and squeezing her arm gently.
Beaming at him, Brooklyn turns, giving him a gentle kiss to his cheek and patting his chest lightly before making her way towards Elijah.
"What do you think, Elijah? Too much?" Brooklyn asks, twirling once in front of him and curtseying.
"You look beautiful, Brooklyn. The stars could not shine brighter." Elijah compliments, a smile gracing his features.
"Thank you," Brooklyn replies, blushing slightly under his dark gaze. Could he get any sexier? Even though Brooklyn was already in love with someone else, she couldn't deny Elijah's attractiveness. Particularly when the Original was dressed in a suit. Honestly, it would take a blind person to not notice.
"Okay, come on! I think there's a party waiting for us." Brooklyn says cheerily, dragging both men out of her room.
"Shall we then?" Elijah offers politely, holding his arm out for her to take.
"Yes, shall we, Brooklyn?" Niklaus asks, offering Brooklyn his arm as well.
"A double escort? I must be special." Brooklyn smirks, her tone playful and impish, looping her arms through both of theirs, allowing them to flank her as they begin to walk down the hall.
"Indeed. Not many can say they have the two most powerful Originals on their arm." Niklaus teases.
Laughing lightly at his cockiness, Brooklyn shakes her head amused, allowing them to guide her to the top of the stairs.
Beginning to descend, all eyes turn onto the stunning trio. And impressive picture of power, grace, and perfection. Brooklyn was elegant, regal, well-composed, radiating confidence, and beauty, holding her head high, with her tiara glinting under the chandelier and a dress fitting for a princess, flanked by two powerful kings, one ruthless, unpredictable, and arrogant, the other calm, unwavering, and assured.
"Who is that?" Damon asks, his eyes narrowing in calculation as he stares at Brooklyn.
"Don't know. But it looks like we may have another player in the game." Stefan comments, starring at Brooklyn as well.
"She's got two Originals on her arm. She's definitely going to be a problem." Damon concludes, still observing her. She certainly looked human, her heat beating and skin flushed lightly from the heat in the room, but how could she be if she was associating with the Originals of all things? Or perhaps she was some unfortunate brunette bimbo they had compelled, Damon thought. No, Damon quickly dismissed, she wasn't compelled, her eyes weren't void or emotionless. She was a mystery, an unknown, and therefore a danger.
"We don't know that for sure, Damon. She could be compelled." Stefan offers.
"No, she's not. You can tell. She's going to be a problem, I don't doubt that." Damon replies assuredly, watching as the trio finally reaches the bottom of the stairs.