Twelve: A Drop in the Ocean, Ron Pope
"Will you leave with me, M'lady?" Klaus asked, gripping Caroline's hand tightly in his own, nervous that she wouldn't accept.
"Of course," she exclaimed, squeezing his hand, "You know that I would go anywhere with you."
He places a light kiss across her knuckles, "Pack whatever's important, we leave tonight." Caroline allows him to tug her across the grounds and back to the castle.
"My husband will be most angry, M'lord," she tells him softly, "Nik." She adjusts, loving the smile he sends her way.
"He never is, Caroline, darling." He agrees, brushing his fingertips across a faded bruise on her cheek, "Especially not with you, but I am a more powerful King than he ever will be."