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She couldn't believe it. She just couldn't. Here she was, vacationing in England for two months, and she was being swept off her feet by a man she had just met.

Things like this never happened to her. Not to Caroline Elizabeth Forbes.

She shook her head as she sat down in her hotel room after a tour of the Mikaelson palace. She pulled out her diary, and smiled as she began to write.

Dear Diary,

Today, I toured the Mikaelson palace. You know the one I said that I was drawn to… Anyway, I found the painting that I've dreamed about many times, and it was just as beautiful as I dreamed.

Caroline paused, and picked up her phone and scrolled the pictures. She paused as she came across the picture of the painting. She dropped the phone, and turned back to her diary.

As I studied the painting, a man came up to me. I know, I know, I always think men do that, but this one seemed…I don't know. He was enticing, I guess I could say. The way he spoke, for some reason I could listen to him all day. I've only known him a day, and yet, it seemed like I've known him my whole life.

His name is Niklaus, but he asked me to call him Klaus. The name seems to tug at me, as though I should know it.

He told me a story, while we were gazing at the painting. It seemed to be so familiar to me, and yet so foreign.

I don't know, diary. Maybe it's my imagination fooling me again.

Caroline closed her diary, and sighed, as she leaned back in her chair. She stood up, and walked to her French doors in her room, and opened them. The balcony overlooked a small river below, and she inhaled deeply as the fresh, clean air filled her senses.

It was peaceful here, and she wasn't sure if she could go back home.

She had left her hometown in America after graduation, because she was tired. She was tired of always hearing about Elena and her problems. She was tired of always putting Elena first, and never herself. So her mother, in her great wisdom, gave her a ticket to England for college graduation, and told her she could stay there for the two months before the fall started, unless she decided not to go.

Caroline wanted to stay here in England. Two weeks staying here and she loved it. It felt like home to her, and she didn't want to leave. She closed her eyes as the breeze from the river hit her face, and blew her blonde hair behind her. She tugged the small cardigan she had slipped on after she left the palace, and inhaled the scent.

It smelled like her mother. Despite her love of England, she did miss her mother. Liz was always the one to support her no matter what. She supported her when she went into photography and wildlife conservation. Everyone thought she would go into business or something, but she loved being outdoors and taking pictures, so she decided to go into photography and wildlife.

Once she entered college, she had lost track of many of her friends, and frankly, she loved it that way: all except Stefan Salvatore. She couldn't lose track of him if she tried. He was her best friend, and the only one, besides her mother, who believed in her.

When she graduated, all she could think about was exploring the world, and seeing what was out there, but instead, she ended up in England, and she didn't think she could leave, at least not yet.

Caroline leaned on the railing in front of her, and looked out into the day. So much ran through her mind, and she wasn't sure what she could make of it all.

The story Klaus told her about the couple over eight hundred years ago, and how they loved each other, and stayed together for sixty-one years.

Something about that story, or some of the details to be precise, seemed so familiar to her. When she was a little girl, she always dreamed, like little girls do, that she was a princess, and she believed it. The truth was she still believed it. Somehow, in her mind, she dreamed of a woman, looking just like her, with a graceful air, sitting beside a river bank, with a man, she couldn't recognize, and yet she knew him.

It was silly, she knew, but something told her that her dreams were real. It was those dreams which caused so many people to believe she was crazy, except for her mom and Stefan.

They seemed to believe her, and supported her in the search into her family history to find the truth.

Unfortunately, she never got anywhere, and she couldn't get it out of her mind. Something was pulling at her mind, and she wanted to know what that was.

She closed her eyes, and bowed her head. There was so much to discover, and to learn.

She sighed, and stood straighter, resting her hands on the railing. Today had been perfect, or close to it. A man, the prince of all people, actually talked to her, noticed her. She let out a laugh, and rolled her eyes. She shouldn't take that to the bank. She told herself.

He was probably just like any other man, and yet, something about him…

She turned around quickly when she heard a knock on her door, and furrowed her brow as she walked over to it.

Peering out the peep hole, she leaned back, and curiously opened the door to her room.

"Yes?" She asked, cautiously.

A man, tall with broad shoulders and a light sandy colored hair, stood in front of her, holding a bouquet of daisies.

"His majesty, Niklaus, sends these to a Miss Caroline Forbes." He replied, in a deep Scottish accent.

Caroline gazed at the daisies, and with slow silent movements, she opened her door wider to allow him to enter.

He entered the room, and set the vase down on the table. "He also instructed me to give you this, in hopes of agreeing." He replied, formally, handing her an envelope.

Caroline took the envelope in her hand, and slowly opened it. She gazed at the words in front of her, and her eyes widened and her heart quickened.

Caroline,

Please allow me to grace your presence this evening.

Klaus

She lifted her gaze to the stranger, and shrugged. "What does he mean?" She asked, holding the letter out.

He smiled graciously and flicked his gaze to the letter before up at her once more. "He wishes to have you join him for dinner this evening, ma'am." He answered, simply.

Caroline nodded. "He just couldn't come out and say that." She muttered, shaking her head, and placing the note back in the envelope and dropping it on the table.

He held back a laugh, and shook his head. "Sometimes you have to read between the lines with his majesty." He replied, with a smile.

Caroline nodded, slowly. "I see." She whispered, caressing a few of the daisies. "Well, tell him if he's expecting a formal dinner, then he's due for disappointment, because I don't have a thing to wear for such an occasion." She stated, shaking her head. "But if he still wishes to grace me with his presence." She stated, watching the man hold back a laugh. "Then, he better come and tell me himself." She added, with a firm shake of her head.

He chuckled, and nodded in confirmation. "I shall tell him." He replied, bowing his head, and moved past her to leave the room.

Caroline let out the breath she had been holding when the door closed behind her, and shook her head. "Way to go, Caroline, you probably ticked him off." She stated, with a sigh.

But when she glanced at the daisies on the table, she noticed the note in the midst of them. With a smile, she knew that he wouldn't be.

"Daisies are drawn to the light, so it seemed fitting to send them to the one who held it." She read out loud.

She shook her head. "Romantic." She stated, nodding finally. "He'll have to try harder than that." She added, leaning over to smell the daisies. "Maybe not too hard." She corrected, straightening. "Maybe"

~XXX~

In the darkness of the alleyway, a man stood. Hidden from the people passing by, he watched as the lackey of Prince Niklaus leave in the royal black Rolls. He lifted his gaze to the hotel, and inhaled deeply.

For too long, he had waited and watched Klaus, waiting for the moment that she would arrive. For years, he had known of his heritage, and his past, and for those years, he knew nothing except the revenge that was due to him.

He sneered as he imagined her as she had been in the past. She had been beautiful: a vision, an Angel.

She had been his, and Klaus had taken her. Stolen her like a thief in the night. A rogue, as so many called him.

She had chosen Klaus, and had aided in his undoing. She had destroyed, but she wouldn't have if not for Klaus.

Now they all had been reborn, and he was going to get his revenge and nothing and no one was going to stop him.

She would be his, this time, and Klaus would die by his hand, as he should have done all those centuries ago.

Ah, revenge was sweet, and it was going to be sweeter when sat on the throne, the rightful place for the true king.

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