Caroline Forbes's POV:

"Klaus, where are we?" I ask as I hear the distant roar of waves and the smell of salt water.

I can tell he's smiling from his chuckle, which is close to my ear as he leans in (keeping his hands on top of my eyes), his light scruff tickling my cheek.

"We are in Crete, my love,"

It takes me a second to take in what he said, and I bite my lip.

"As in Greece?" I ask, my cheeks flushing with excitement.

"Of course,"

I squeal and turn around, Klaus's hands falling from my eyes as I throw my arms around his neck in a hug.

Immediately, I can tell that he isn't comfortable with my embrace at first, but his arms slowly encircle my waist. It seems weird, that my first instinct was to wrap my arms around him. Though, I guess it really isn't weird since he's the only person who has never left me, who has never put me second. I should feel terrified that I am in the arms of the most dangerous man in the world, but I'm not. In fact, I feel like no one could hurt me, that I was as safe as I ever could be.

I turn back again, so my back is facing him, and look around at the beautiful city in front of me.

The sea was a crystal clear beautiful, so I could see the white sand beneath it. The port was filled with boat after boat, ship after ship, people running to and fro, talking and laughing together in a different language.

The cute little square, colorful buildings are entrancing, and I'm completely mesmerized by the smiling faces as we walk into the city. Some buildings, not so small, but they are magnificent and large and just so… classical.

"Greece was the start of western civilization," Klaus tells me as we walk.

"Was it really? And wasn't it the very first classical civilization?" I ask, thinking back to what I actually remembered from my freshman history class.

"The first of only two,"

We continue to walk, and I find myself falling in love with the shops, and the people, and the buildings as we stroll through what he called the 'Agora' (It was the market place, love,).

"How long are we here for?" I ask, as the sun starts to set.

"Only for today; I wanted to start small, tomorrow I'm going to take you to Rome, and then… well, that's my little secret." He smirks and I giggle as he leads me into a little homey hotel.

It's beautiful inside, with painted murals on the walls, and stone flooring. There's a young woman behind the front desk, a bellhop by the elevator, and a few people (presumably staying here) are laughing on the balcony overlooking the water.

"What can I do for you?" the woman asks Klaus, batting her eyelashes and patting down her brown hair, which is tied into a knot.

"Reservation for Mikaelson." He speaks, and it's smooth like silk, and I smile. Before the girl even knows, she's gone.

"Oh! Of course, Mr. Mikaelson."

She gives him a key, a coyly smiles at him.

"If you need anything, anything at all, Mr. Mikaelson, don't hesitate to call that number."

I roll my eyes, getting quickly annoyed with her.

"Don't you worry, sweetie, he's well taken care of." I snap, and grab Klaus's hand, leading him to the elevator.

"Are you… jealous?" He asks as we start to go up, up, up.

"Shut up."

The next morning, we wake up early; have breakfast at a quaint little coffee shop in the agora. I watch the people walk by, and am shocked by the activity barely before seven in the morning. People are selling jewelry, vegetables, clothes, others buying, others gossiping, others just enjoying the company of their companions.

"Not many people come to Crete, they'd rather go to Athens," Klaus informs me.

"Could we go one day?"

"One day I'll take you." He nods, standing up.

"We've got a trolley to take us to Rome,"

We walk and as we wait for the boat to be readied to take us, I look up at him.

"Will you tell me about Rome?"

"Where do you want me to start?"

I think, and then I know the answer. "The very beginning!"

"There is a legend, and it says that it started with two brothers…"

"The first was the king, and his brother was awfully jealous of him. The king had a daughter, Rhea Silvia, who then had twin sons, Romulus and Remus with Mars, a god. The king's brother, out of jealousy, overthrew the king, and got rid of the twins. A she-wolf found them in the woods until a shepherd and his wife took them in and raised them as their own. The previous king thought that the two brothers had stolen a sheep from him, yet he couldn't shake why the twins seemed so familiar. He confronted the shepherd, and the shepherd told him that the boys weren't his. The king knew that the twins were his daughter's sons. Romulus and Remus helped the previous king overthrow his brother, and restore him to power. Out of gratitude, he gave Romulus and Remus land. They fought when talking about how to start the city, and Romulus killed Remus purely by accident. And thus, Rome comes from the twins, Romulus and Remus, though Rome got its name from Romulus."

"How do we know that though, since it was so long ago?" I ask as we walk onto the boat.

"Virgil wrote it in the Aneid."

I shake my head and smile. "It's crazy to think of history, and that it actually happened. What else can you tell me?"

"You know that Cleopatra was involved in Rome, right?"

"She loved Marc Antony?"

"Correct. But did you know that at first he didn't want to meet the queen of Egypt, so she had servants wrap her in a rug, and take her to Marc Antony's room."

I laugh, and I see him smile before he quickly hides it.

"Tell me more," I almost beg, starved for information on Rome.

And so, for the whole boat ride to Rome, I learn about the cities, the wars with the Persia, and how they defeated it not once, not twice, but three times. I learn what indemnity is (the losing side pays for the cost of the war) and that Rome was Greece's captive (which means that while Rome took over Greece, Greece captivated her with its culture, which Rome adopted). I learn that the government went corrupt after the assignations of the Gracchi brothers. I learn all there is to Rome, and not once do I want to be anywhere else as I learn History.

"Are we almost there yet?" I ask him, sometime later.

"Sweetheart, look."

He points over my head, and I turn to look at what he's pointing at.

"Oh,"

The view is even more magnificent than Greece.

"Welcome, to Rome, Mr. Mikaelson and Ms. Forbes." The boatman calls over to us and the air leaves my throat as I look at the beauty before me.

AN:

Ohmygosh, I know, I know! It's been so long since I've updated this story! Please don't give me hate! And I know this is short, but it'll have to do for now. Updates will be far and few between, which I'm sorry for. I hope everyone's Christmas was wonderful, and I hope everyone loved this little update. Reviews are like cookies (Totally welcomed!)!

-zoenichole