THIS CHAPTER IS THE SECOND EPILOGUE FROM THE ROGUE KING AND SWAN QUEEN! TO ELIMINATE TOTAL CONFUSION, I INCLUDED IN HERE.

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~Present Day~

"And here is the special collection of the Mikaelson family, which have been passed down from generation to generation." The tour guide motioned to the artwork on the walls.

She smiled, and nodded to the visitors, and continued on her tour.

One lone woman paused at a certain painting in the hall, and stared at it with a sense of familiarity. She leaned closer to the painting, and her eyes narrowed.

She relaxed at the sense, and straightened her back with a sigh from her lips. She wandered down the hall, not noticing that the others had left her behind. She sighed, and walked down the corridors, until she reached a painting in the dark. She turned around and pulled the curtain from the window, and turned to look at the painting on the wall.

Her eyes scanned the painting of a family, the Mikaelsons she assumed; standing in what appeared to be a room, but that was not what caught her attention.

Her eyes traveled over a couple, who were staring at each other, and not at the painter. She felt her heart tug at the sight. They appeared to be so much in love, and she felt envious.

She bowed her head, and closed her eyes. "Wishful thinking." She whispered, shaking her head, before lifting her head once more to look at the painting.

"This is usually blocked off to tourists."

She gasped and turned around, placing her hand on her chest. Her blonde hair fell slightly out of the small ponytail, and her blue-green eyes were holding slight fear.

He stepped out of the shadows. "I apologize for scaring you." He whispered, holding his hands up in defense.

She sighed, and dropped her hands. She gazed at the man, and noticed his hair was short and sandy brown, he was wearing jeans and a grey Henley, which compared to her tank, sweater, and black jeans and boots, he looked regal.

She dipped her head. "I should apologize. I couldn't resist the paintings." She replied, turning her gaze back to the painting.

He smirked, and nodded. "They are beautiful." He whispered, gazing at the painting, more importantly the couple in the painting. "This is usually one of my favorites." He stated his eyes never leaving the couple.

She nodded. "I can see why." She whispered, absently.

He stepped closer, and inhaled deeply. "Do you know the story?" He asked, casually, turning his gaze to her. She was an angel; or rather she appeared like an angel. She was beautiful with flawless skin, shining eyes, and her hair, though pulled back, seemed to travel down her back. She was a vision.

She shook her head. "No, I don't." She answered, turning her gaze to him.

He smiled. "He kidnapped her." He replied, nodding to the painting.

She chuckled. "He didn't?" She asked, with a laugh.

He turned to her, and laughed. "He did." He confirmed, pointing with his right hand to the painting. "He was a rogue, a bandit, and he kidnapped her for leverage." He began, with a smile. "They fell in love, and fought many battles together." He continued, clasping his hands behind his back. "It's said, they were stronger together than any force on this earth, and their love surpassed any before seen." He concluded, lowering his voice to a husky tone.

She smiled, and kept her eyes glued to the painting. "What happened to them?" She asked, finally turning to the stranger.

He smiled. "They lived happily ever after, or at least that is what the family legends go. It's said, they died on the same day, holding each other's hands." He answered, softly.

She nodded. "Must have been nice." She whispered, finally backing away. "I, uh, apologize for coming this far." She replied, avoiding his gaze. "For some reason, I just wanted to see the paintings. I didn't mean to break the rules." She concluded, shrugging her shoulders.

He smiled, and dipped his head. "You didn't." He remarked, gazing into her eyes. "I just ask the guide not to bring anyone down this way. I guess it's a little selfish, but this painting means a great deal to me, and I wanted to keep it to myself." He added, with a smirk.

She tilted her head. "I don't blame you." She whispered, glancing at the painting once more. "Again, I'm sorry for disturbing your painting." She replied, moving away from him.

He bowed his head, and turned to follow her. "Well, for a trespasser, you could at least give me your name." He remarked, watching her laugh.

She shook her head. "Why? So you could call the prince to have me arrested?" She asked, glancing at him.

He shrugged. "Why would I do that? When I can just call the guards." He answered, smiling.

She laughed. "Oh, it must be wonderful to just snap your fingers and get everything you want." She stated, turning to face him. She sized him up with her eyes, before turning back down the hall. "Who do you think you are, the Prince?" She asked, sarcastically.

He smirked. "Actually, I am." He answered, lightly.

She halted her steps, and swallowed hard. Turning her head, her eyes widened. "OH. MY. GOD." She whispered, stepping back.

He shook his head with a smile on his face. "I usually don't have to introduce myself to people." He replied, stepping closer to her. "My name is Niklaus. Niklaus Mikaelson." He whispered, huskily, holding out his right hand.

She moved her eyes to his hand for a moment, and then lifted hers to return the shake, nervously.

He lifted his brows, and looked at her curiously, waiting for her to return her answer. She gasped, and closed her eyes.

"Caroline. My name is Caroline." She whispered, searching his eyes.

He smiled knowingly. "Of course it is." He whispered, more to himself.

She tilted her head, and her brow furrowed. "What does that mean?" She asked, not realizing that her hand was still in his.

He smiled and let out a small laugh. "It means, that is suits you." He answered, though she could tell it was a lie, but she didn't press the issue. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Caroline." He whispered, looking into her eyes.

She smiled, and nodded in return. "Likewise, Niklaus." She whispered, holding his hand firmly in hers.

He smiled. "Call me Klaus." He remarked, softly.

She nodded. "Klaus, I like it. It suits you." She replied, leaning forward. "Rogue."

He let out a laugh. "That's what she called him." He replied, carefully.

She looked at him curiously. "Who called him?" She asked, watching him somber.

He smiled, lightly. "The Swan Queen, his wife," He began to explain, watching her move her eyes around. "She always called him; Rogue, mainly because he kidnapped her before he became King." He concluded, watching her smile in understanding.

"Why did they call her Swan?" She asked, genuinely curious.

He smiled and bowed his head, letting go of her hand, finally. "Because she was so beautiful." He whispered, searching her eyes.

She shivered at the words. "Well, I think I would like to hear more about this story." She replied, folding her arms over her chest, and smiled.

He returned the smile. "Well, then, allow me to tell you." He replied, formally.

She smiled, and closed her eyes. "I'm all ears." She whispered, opening her eyes once more.

He turned to his side, and held out his arm. "Shall we?" He asked, quirking a brow.

She smiled and let out a laugh, as she placed her arm through his. Her mother was not going to believe this when she returned home, but then again, she might.

"By the way, love, you didn't tell me your last name." Klaus inquired, as they walked down the hallway.

She smiled. "It's Forbes." She replied, bowing her head. "Caroline Forbes."

He paused for a moment, before walking onward.

It was just a coincidence. Or was it?

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