My friend
My fellow traveller
Don't ask where I go
The only logical answer
Unhelpful and yet not,
Is that I do not know.
- Rumi, Don't Ask
Winter, 1859
Cloverville
Annual Ball
Klaus was back in town after a month, attending yet another ball and this time his eyes wandered around the halls, looking for someone. The memory of their last encounter brought a smile to his lips as his gaze flickered to every woman attending the gala, expecting to see Maeve again.
An old ally had invited them over to stay at her residence until the matter was resolved and he was thankful to the witch for helping them out even after decades.
"If it isn't Klaus Mikaelson?" Sharel Beauchêne interrupted his thoughts as she stopped next to him.
Klaus turned and took her hand to kiss it as a playful glint appeared in his eyes, "You grow beautiful with time, Sharel. What's a little gray hair disobeying your youthful ways?"
"And you remain as polite as ever. How come you got swept up in a dreadful scheme to end your existence, Klaus?" She asked.
"I came to heed to them after my last encounter with white oak, pesky witches and intolerable humans."
"Rebekah is still residing in her coffin, I presume?"
"She dared claim to love Marcellus, hence she is learning quite a lesson," Klaus replied in annoyance, "though I am grateful that you have allowed Elijah and myself to grace your abode until we deal with the fools."
"It'd be our pleasure. Arnold is traveling and my granddaughter is preoccupied with her usual business. It becomes quite eerie to reside in a house without its occupants and Adelia claims it is my paranoid self, demanding her express attention to tend to my impromptu needs because picking out a flower from a garden is considered offensive."
"Your granddaughter seems to know you perfectly to give you a piece of mind. I might agree with her regarding your old age, it is making you paranoid indeed."
"You're the one to talk. A 900-year-old paranoid immortal," Sharel said with an edge of humour to her voice.
"You know better to repeat those words Sharel," he humoured her. "I am looking for a girl named Maeve. Do you know her?" The Original asked after a moment.
The old woman hummed and mischievously smiled at his question, "It would be unfortunate if I didn't."
Klaus grinned, his eyes twinkling under the lights of the chandeliers. "Where is she?"
The sun rays filtered through the white curtains as the wind blew it gently, bringing in beams of sunlight, illuminating the room. The light danced across a sleeping pair, hitting their forms covered in a sheet when the female opened her eyelids and was hit by a sudden onslaught of brightness.
"Close the drapes, Elijah," Adelia demanded and snuggled even deeper, hiding her face in his neck as she clutched onto his hand.
"My arm has gone numb," Elijah chuckled, his fingers trailed down her spine, rousing her from sleep.
"Your arm will survive. A husband shouldn't complain," she retorted huskily and kissed his neck slowly.
"I agree to disagree," he said and instantly rolled her over underneath him and connected their lips to kiss her ravenously.
She hooked one leg around his waist while he intertwined their fingers to keep them above her head, nibbling her lips with uninhibited ferocity. He left his torment on her swollen lips to look at her when they locked their eyes breathing deeply.
Adelia's face vamped out the next second as she tugged his head to the side before biting him, earning a groan of pleasure from the older vampire.
Elijah clutched her hip while her fingers caressed his back slowly. His own rumpling the pillow beside her, nails almost tearing into it. He pulled her off his neck after a minute, wiping the remnants of blood with his thumb.
The Original glanced at her lips when his instincts took over as his hazel eyes turned black and he proceeded to dig his teeth into her neck.
Her back arched as a ripple of sensations elicited within her body, forcing Elijah to use his other hand to hold her still while her foot pushed the sheets off the bed. The lights inhabiting the room witnessed the harmony of the bodies moving together as their moans echoed throughout the house.
"What's going on?" Stefan asked his elder brother after receiving the phone call.
"Well, I showered. I shaved. Had breakfast. Very relaxed," Damon answered.
"That makes one of us," sighed Stefan.
"I did hear one piece of good news though. Tyler Lockwood ran away from home last night," the elder Salvatore quipped from the other end of the phone.
"How do you know?"
"Well, I heard it from Sheriff Forbes, who heard it from a very distraught Carol Lockwood, thus, ending our werewolf chapter, bringing us to..." Damon started.
"...killing Elijah," his brother finished for him.
"Exactly."
"Well, it's not going to be easy. He's crafty," Stefan expressed his doubts over eliminating the Original.
"Well, I've got a crafty little dagger," the other brother replied as if it will solve any apocalypse approaching them. In this instance, it was a certain Mr. Smith.
Stefan's burrow furrowed in confusion, "He's an Original. We don't know what all that encompasses and you refuse to ask Adelia."
"Oh, trust me, Stefan. I'm gonna do all my T's. I don't want any surprises and the witch wouldn't help us in killing Elijah. Adelia has known him longer than she has known us and the witch already thundered over Bonnie, Caroline and Jeremy last night for trying to interrogate baby Martin."
"Wow, Damon, tell me you're actually gonna be careful for once?" Stefan questioned, surprised.
"Yes, Stefan, I've become you. How tragic for both of us. Got to run. I have a murder to plan. Busy day," Damon hung up as Stefan lowered his phone and walked back to the lakehouse.
Adelia turned a page as her index finger ran along the lines carefully. Elijah flipped a pancake and glanced towards his wife who was sitting on the counter cross-legged with a spellbook in her grasp.
"Your thirst for knowledge never seems to end. What fascinates you this much?" He put the pancake onto a plate, taking a seat on the wooden stool across from her.
She replied without looking up. "I think everything should fascinate me."
"Of course, pardon my curiosity," Elijah rolled his eyes while cutting into the pancake, holding out a piece for her. She gently swatted away the fork, turning a page.
He snatched the book away from her grasp much to her displeasure when his phone rang loudly. The Original diverted his attention to his phone screen and frowned before receiving the call, "Desmond, what is it?"
Adelia perked up and hopped down the counter to walk towards the refrigerator as Elijah's gaze followed her. The witch got a tub of gelato out of the freezer and started digging into it with a spoon immediately. The older vampire sighed before he started eating what he made.
"Elijah. Is it weird that I find it absolutely hilarious that your prodigal society of uncouth vampires have upped their level and started following me?" Rafael said.
"Where are you?" The Original tensed up as Adelia looked up immediately and tried to grab the device from his hand. Elijah shook his head and signalled for her to wait.
"Didn't even cross the state line when the annoying fleet appeared out of nowhere."
"I will kill your legitimate minions if they even touch a hair on his head, Elijah," Adelia abandoned her dessert and started buckling up her shoes. The husband got up and held her wrist when she tried to rush out.
"Nothing will happen to him. Rafael is capable of taking care of himself," Elijah declared, stopping her.
"I evaded them some hours back. You might want to get some people onto it 'lijah," Rafael reassured his childhood friend.
"I will. Take care," the Original said and glanced at Adelia who was staring at him, "or else your beloved sister will chew my ears off."
"I am so touched by your concern, Elijah, but sadly I am off to France now. I will call you later," he humoured and ended the call.
Elijah sighed, noticing the expression on Adelia's face and pulled her into his arms. "You shouldn't worry. He'll be fine."
"Why are your minions following Rafael?" She furrowed her brows in concern and started fidgeting with his shirt buttons.
"I will find out but I request you to not do anything."
"What if they do something to Raffie?"
"Then I will personally ensure their demise. Happy?" He asked kissing her forehead.
"Happiness is a-"
"-subjective term," Elijah finished for her with a smile, "but you are happy."
"If they are dead, of course I will be."
The Original rolled his eyes before a reminder on his phone started chiming, making Adelia pat his chest in amusement.
"The old Fell property actually starts just beyond that fence," Jenna told Elijah as they walked the Fell property sightseeing, for him to maintain his historian facade. It was essential he continued with his ruse to avoid suspicion.
"Ah, the Fells. One of the Founding Families," he humoured.
"Why do you say it like that?" Jenna asked curiously.
"My research showed me that this area was actually settled almost two full centuries earlier. It was a migration of townsfolk from the northeast, um, it was Salem, to be precise. My wife's ancestors relocated from that place and moved to New Orleans," answered Elijah with a fond smile, clearly remembering the Beauchênes.
"Massachusetts? As in the witch trials? And you have a wife?" She raised an eyebrow at the information to which Elijah nodded and showed her his ring finger, which encased a platinum band with two finely cut square sapphires placed vertically. "Lucky one there." Jenna was almost envious of the woman which held the heart of the man standing in front of her. Even if she was in a rough patch with Alaric, she could admire Elijah's charming demeanor—he was a true gentleman.
"Which means the ever-lauded founding families... didn't actually found anything," he concluded.
"Well, I bet it was the men who made a big deal about being founders back in 1860. Men are very territorial."
"Yes, they are," Elijah replied when he saw Alaric walking up to them.
"Elijah. This is my friend, Alaric Saltzman," Jenna said, hesitant at the friend part—Alaric and she were complicated. Period.
"Yeah, I got your message about walking Elijah here through the old property lines. I thought I would tag along. You know being a history buff and all. Where to next?" The vampire hunter came forward.
"I'm pretty curious about the freed slave property owners. Some say, you know, the descendants of the slaves are the true keepers of American history," the Original suggested to his companions.
"Well, I only brought the surveys. I got that list in the car. Just give me a sec," she told them and walked back to her car, leaving the two men alone.
"Alaric Saltzman. So you're one of those people on Elena's list of loved ones to protect," Elijah said.
"So is Jenna," Alaric added with seriousness.
"You don't have to be jealous. I don't really pursue other women. The one I did became my wife," the vampire found the situation humorous and gave the other man a look. "It's alright, Ric. Lighten up," he patted Alaric on the shoulder and walked away.
"Right," the hunter sighed, defeated.
Damon rolled his eyes when he noticed Elijah and Jenna entering the Grill. "Ah, there's Jenna with her new boyfriend. Hi."
Elijah and Jenna walked up to their table when the redhead greeted them, "Hey, guys."
"Miss Laurentis!" Damon called for the witch when he spotted her walking by. She turned around with a frown but smiled when she spotted the group.
"Hello everyone," Adelia smiled.
"Where were you off to?" The Savatore enquired.
The witch raised the laptop in her grasp. "Work."
"So I hear you two had quite a meeting of historical minds today," Damon said gesturing towards the doppelganger's aunt and the Original.
"Yeah, I guess you could say that," replied Jenna.
"Well, as much as I'd like to continue this, I've got papers to grade," the hunter put down some money and got up from the table, noticing the awkwardness in the group.
"And I have an artifact to collect this afternoon," Adelia checked her phone and tried putting on her reefer, when Elijah stepped forward.
"Let me," he suggested out of habit and took the outerwear from her hands, holding it out for her. She agreed with a smile and put it on before Elijah pulled out her hair.
"Thank you," Adelia said while buttoning up as the Original nodded, stepping back.
"No, you know what? We should continue this. Let's have a dinner party," Andie brought up the idea happily.
"Ooh, my girl. Full of good ideas. I'll be happy to host. Say tonight. Maybe?" Damon cheered and asked the occupants, shrugging off the hint of intimacy between the Original and the witch.
"It's good for me. Jenna? Adelia?" Andie questioned the ladies.
"I don't know if tonight works..." Alaric hesitated.
"Yeah, I'm free," Jenna said, ignoring him.
"I have some arrangements to get to," the vampire-witch told them, looking down at her watch.
"Come on, beautiful," Damon requested. The Original appeared approachable around the witch so her presence was definitely required if he wanted to dagger Elijah.
"My attendance might depend on how sooner I get the work done so I will notify you, Mr. Salvatore," she told him.
"It would be a pleasure if you'd accompany me tonight, Miss Laurentis," Elijah proposed, definitely not wanting the elder Salvatore near his wife again.
"Priorities, Mr. Smith, but I shall try," Adelia chuckled and turned to others, "Farewell people." She walked out with a smile as Elijah's eyes followed her departure.
"Great," the Salvatore commented, not missing the Original staring at the witch. Elijah certainly was very fond of Adelia. More than fond if he had any say. So much for having a wife.
Damon was suddenly stopped by a barrier as he tried to enter the tomb. He tried again to no avail, his hopes of talking to Katherine dashing away. She knew a lot about the Originals and maybe she would've enlightened him on the dagger but he had no leads now. As his latest attempt to gain entry failed, he scrolled through his contacts for Adelia.
"What has Elijah done now?" He internally mumbled as he heard the phone ring.
"Damon, how can I help you?" Adelia spoke from the other end.
"I wished to have a lovely chat with my ex but it seems the tomb is mirroring her personality," he sweetened his words.
"And how may I help you? For the tomb, go to Elijah. You cannot enter it without an Original's assistance," she answered with a sigh.
"Fine. Klaus is an Original isn't he?" The Salvatore asked, avoiding Elijah's name. He was certain she wouldn't answer if his name was brought up–maybe the fondness went both ways. How interesting.
"Yeah, but why?"
"They cannot be killed?" He expected a hopeful answer even if she and Elijah repeatedly told them of the fact.
"Are you planning something?" She chuckled. "Let me crush your hopes. The Originals destroyed the weapon."
There was a moment of silence from Damon who filtered the fact. "Cool. I will see you at dinner," he abruptly hung up and smirked.
So there was a weapon. Or maybe there is.
"This is a bad idea," Alaric said the first thing that came to his mind while Damon informed him of his suspicions regarding everything.
Yes, that included Adelia and Elijah too. The vampire hunter couldn't deny the Original's level of comfort with the witch when he was so secretive and aloof. It was subtle but it was there. Their actions were smooth and coordinated as if they were accustomed to it. A habit, acquired over time and not recently gained in a few days. Elijah was a confusing personality.
"There's no such thing as a bad idea. Just poorly executed awesome ones and Adelia confirmed that Originals can be killed but the weapon is non-existent now. What if it's the dagger? Here," Damon handed Alaric a glass of scotch which he refused.
"No. I don't like the idea of Elijah being in the same house with Jenna and you taking the ultimate risk," the hunter replied, doubting the success of this weird plot to kill the noble Original.
"Jenna's perfectly safe. Besides, it's just a fact-finding mission. It's totally harmless," the Salvatore assured him.
"Just a fact-finding mission?" Alaric asked with suspicion.
"Yeah."
"Listen, no sneak attacks. No surprise plans. Nothing that's gonna put Jenna in harm's way. Okay?"
"Scout's honour," Damon humoured, grabbing his shoulder when Andie walked in.
"Hey, Jenna needs help with the wine," she informed Alaric who walked up the stairs, "Thanks".
"Yeah," Alaric left the room closing the door behind him.
Damon seeing his departure, walked over to a small trunk and pulled out a silver dagger and white oak ash from it.
"What's that?" Andie asked.
"Dessert," he replied, dipping the dagger in the ash. "Elijah's stronger than me. Faster than me. It's all about the element of surprise."
"Ah, it's too bad. I like him. He's very old-school. Classy," she told him.
"Which is why you should encourage the gentlemen to take their drinks after dinner in here while you do coffee in the kitchen with the girls," he informed her, placing the dagger with the glasses and the scotch, hiding it from view.
"Hmm. That is a little too sexist for me," she quipped when Damon turned around to look at her.
"Stop talking," he commanded and she smiled. Compulsion was a wonderful thing.
"Damon asked me again whether the Originals can be killed or not. He has something on his mind," Adelia informed her husband, fixing his collar as his hands traced her lace covered spine slowly.
"Indeed, I have doubts regarding his purpose for hosting the event, but I shall be careful and I request you do the same," said Elijah when his hand stopped at her waist and the other caressed her cheek.
"I will always have your back," she agreed and kissed him.
"Good evening," Elijah greeted as Damon opened the door to the Salvatore Boarding House for him and Adelia.
"Hello Damon," Adelia said from beside the Original.
"You look absolutely gorgeous Adelia. Please, come in," Damon smiled at them.
"Just one moment. Can I just say that if you have less than honorable intentions about how this evening is going to proceed, I suggest you reconsider?" The Original threatened not too subtly.
"No, nothing, nothing dishonourable. Just getting to know you."
"Hmm. Well, that's good," Elijah entered the house with Adelia, "because, you know, although Elena and I have this deal, if you so much as make a move to cross me, I'll kill you and I'll kill everyone in this house. Are we clear?"
"Crystal," Damon quipped when Jenna approached them.
"Jenna. Wonderful to see you again. How are you?" asked Elijah.
"Nice to see you Elijah. Hey Lia!" Jenna smiled.
"Hello Jenna," Adelia greeted, handing her a bottle of wine.
"Oh wow," the Sommers woman commented on reading the wine label.
"From Elijah's collection. He covets his wines," the witch explained and they both chuckled when John Gilbert entered.
"We haven't met," he looked at the pair of them.
"Adelia Laurentis. You must be John Gilbert," she replied and his face went pale.
Ofcourse he knew who she was, Elijah's wife known to every faction and loyal to no one but her husband. Kind but vicious and fierce when it came to protecting those she called family. At least Damon's demise was guaranteed tonight. He was broken out of his thoughts by the said vampire shutting the front door.
"I hate to break it to you, Damon, but according to Elijah, your family is so not a founder of this town," Jenna broke the ice.
"Hmm, do tell," Damon asked, not interested at all.
"I thought everyone knew since it's your town after all," Adelia put in, almost disappointed.
"Well, as I mentioned to Jenna earlier, a faction of settlers migrated from Salem after the witch trials in the 1690s. Over the next hundred years, they developed this community where they could feel safe from persecution," answered Elijah.
"Hmm. Because they were witches," Jenna almost laughed at the notion.
"Yeah, but there's no tangible proof there were witches in Salem," Andie put forth her idea.
"Andie's a journalist. Big on facts," the Salvatore commented.
"There's more to what meets the eye," smiled Adelia.
"I agree, the lore says that there was this wave of anti-witch hysteria. It broke out in the neighboring settlement, so these witches were rounded up. They were tied to stakes in a field together and, uh, burned. Some say you could hear the screams from miles around us. They were consumed by the fire. Could you pass the..." Elijah answered.
"I wouldn't repeat this to the Historical Society," offered Jenna.
"It's starting to sound a little like a ghost story to me," John spoke for the first time.
"Ghost story does emerge from somewhere, Mr. Gilbert. Dracula is a fine example," Adelia raised her brow.
"Dracula exists?" The Sommers woman laughed as the vampires around them fidgeted in their seats.
"I believe they do. It must be so fascinating with their canines and eyes and-"
"-superhuman strength," Jenna finished with a giggle.
"Exactly!" Adelia winked at her.
"You'd love Edward Cullen then."
Elijah cleared his throat just as Damon began to cough and took a sip of water.
"Ah... the sparkling vampire. I don't know. The sparkly thing sounds outrageous," the heretic frowned.
"I wouldn't know, haven't met a vampire yet," Jenna said with a laugh. "Your imagination knows no bounds right?"
"I believe in possessing a childlike curiosity. Keeps life interesting," Adelia answered.
"Coming to that, why do you want to know the location of these alleged massacres?" The Salvatore asked the Original.
"You know... my wife's ancestors were from Salem too. They migrated to New Orleans at the beginning of the 18th century. It satiates a husband and a historian's curiosity, of course," replied Elijah.
"People would expect their wife to accompany them to a dinner party, but you do seem to favour Adelia's company over hers," Andie said with a grin and Damon smirked as the people around them fell silent.
"Forgive us if we gave you that impression but I do have a husband, Miss Star," Adelia replied coyly and others stared at her in surprise, "and I like to think I make for a wonderful company. Why wouldn't Elijah ask me in Mrs. Smith's absence? Elijah and I are very much loyal to our spouses."
"You are married?" Jenna coughed nervously.
"Oh... you didn't know? I am," the witch pointed at her left hand which had two rings.
Damon recognised the middle one as betrothal ring encased with diamonds and a sapphire gem while the ring finger held a thin ring adorning the same jewels with multiple sapphires cuts. Betrothal ring clearly stated that the marriage was old, possibly before the 1900s.
Adelia looked at John over the table with a smile, "How wonderful."
"Of course," Damon shared a look with Alaric.
"Jonathan Gilbert got crazier and crazier. I guess that's what happens when you spend your life obsessed with vampires," Elena said, putting the journal down to pick up another. She began to read and her brow furrowed, "He researched the Originals."
"You're kidding," Stefan walked over to the couch and sat down next to her.
"Later in life, look," she showed him the journal. "Pages and pages of questions and scribbles, cryptic prophecies, presumed resurrections," Elena flipped through the pages and eventually stopped at one where a picture of the silver dagger has been drawn on it, "What's that?" She and Stefan looked at each other for a moment when she started to read it aloud, "The wood from one tree and one tree alone, an ancient white oak would bring death to an Original vampire. When the tree burned, all hope was thought lost.' He was trying to figure out how to kill an Original. 'But the ash from the tree was saved and witches forged a dagger to which the ash could be bonded. This alchemic bond provides the necessary poison."
"Elena..." Stefan stood up internally relieved that the dagger would work.
"I wonder if this is true. I mean, do you think this dagger actually exists?"
"I know it does..." the vampire replied, "because John gave it to Damon."
"John gave Damon the weapon that's supposed to kill Elijah? This one?" Elena pointed at the dagger on the page to which Stefan nodded. "It must be brandished by humans alone, for it will bring death to all demons who wield it."
Stefan grabbed the journal from Elena to take a look at it. He quickly pulled out his phone realising the plot and dialled his brother, "John's trying to get Damon killed."
"The gentlemen should take their drinks in the study," Andie suggested as they got up from the table.
"I have to say the food was almost as wonderful as the company," Elijah smiled.
"I think we ladies should stay here, get to know each other. Let the men do their job," she replied, glancing over at Jenna and Adelia who smiled reassuringly at Elijah. He nodded and followed Damon.
"Here you are, gentleman, make yourself useful. Hmm?" Jenna handed some plates to John who took it and walked off when Alaric came behind her.
"Here, here. Put me to work," he said.
"Um, I got it," Jenna picked up the plates and started to walk out of the room when the hunter stopped her.
"Hey, Jenna, are you... are you okay?" Alaric asked.
"Yeah, fine Ric," she replied, leaving the room and joined Adelia, sitting beside her with a huff.
"Do you want to talk?" Adelia looked at her, guessing her worries.
"Nothing of importance," she told the supposed younger woman.
"You should just ask," the witch replied.
"What will you do if your husband lied to you?"
"He would never lie to me. He trusts me to understand him and expects the same of me," she told Jenna, squeezing her hand.
"So I should trust him?" She asked.
"Trust goes both ways, Jenna," Adelia smiled at Jenna, who suddenly looked thoughtful.
Klaus entered a store hurriedly as other patrons moved aside to let him watch the display case. His eyes caught a pair of silver cuff-links and he huffed a breath looking up at the attendant.
"That one," the vampire pointed at it. He couldn't even remember the last time he had gifted his brother anything. It was always Elijah giving things to appease him. But then he had made his mind to confront his brother once again. A delightful gift might soften up the blow.
"Those are limited edition pairs, sir," the attendant replied.
Klaus looked into the woman's eyes, "If I want them for my brother, then he shall have it anyhow. Wrap it up," he smiled, "and put a cute little bow on top. Elijah might appreciate the extra effort." The compelled woman nodded and went away with the piece.
The Original ventured around the store waiting for the wrapped case when a shining hairpin glinted in the sunlight. Walking closer to the piece, he observed it from all angles. It was beautiful and she always had an affinity for hairpins.
"How may I help you?" The woman standing there asked.
"Are those diamonds?" He inquired.
"Diamonds and rose gold."
"I want that beautifully wrapped. Forget the bow," he ordered.
"People do not go for hairpins these days," she smiled, bringing the pin out of the case.
"She has a thing for pins. Her collection consists of more than hundreds but it never suffices," he informed, throwing flirtatious glances at the young woman.
"Your lady is quite lucky then," the attendant giggled.
Klaus narrowed his eyes, "Not my lady but my brother's."
The woman's eyes widened in realisation, "Oh. Oh, I get that."
"No, you don't," he rolled his eyes. "My only sister-in-law. I like to think she's the reason my elder brother hasn't plotted my demise yet. Definitely grateful."
The attendant frowned in confusion. "I still don't think I get it."
"And you won't. Our family is very complicated but I have made it quite simple. Only one breathing sibling and his persistent wife."
"Uhh..."
Klaus wolfishly grinned at her speechless state. As he left the store a minute later with two boxes in his possession, the Original saw a florist on the way and his feet reluctantly stopped. He was not the one to do these kind of things but for the sake of his brother and his unapologetic friend, he would.
The Original exhaled, ordering a bouquet as he drummed his fingers on the desk. He would call his brother and visit her. She also deserved a little remembrance from time to time after all, if not for family then for Elijah.
January 1860
"Your father sent a letter for you," Sharel gave the envelope to her granddaughter as they all lounged in the parlor for tea.
Adelia placed down her cup to tear open the envelope and started reading it. "Father says he shall be back by next month. He has found a good horse who he thinks is very charming, but the horse refuses to rein itself down to consider coming with him. Rafael has tried feeding him but he says it is too much of a hope," she chuckled as the Mikaelsons appeared amused. "I should write to him immediately. Father asked if I prefer an aristocratic horse."
"Oh dear lord, any horse is fine," the Beauchêne witch waved it away.
"Hmm, father shall see to it," she stood up, folding the letter.
"I presume Arnold referred to a suitor when he mentioned horse," Elijah inquired as he watched her leave the room for the library.
"Your son has high hopes Sharel," Klaus laughed.
"I fear he shall not rest until he finds an appropriate horse for his daughter," she stated, rolling her eyes, "pardon me, a suitor."