"Game of thrones :)" –MissJess13
"game of thrones! :)" –anon
"Have you ever read Game of Thrones or seen it? Because I could kind of see how Kol could play as Robert Baratheon, Caroline as Lyanna Stark and Stefan or Klaus as Rhaegar Targaryn. Or even Elijah as Robert, Caroline as Lyanna or Kol as Rhaegar. Even if they don't look the part?" –Anon
"I really like that robert as kol, lyanna as Caroline and klaus or Stefan as rhagenar story that anon suggestion for game of thrones!" –CeCe
This was kinda hard to do. I haven't read the books and am only somewhat into the show but I tried. I had to google the details of Robert's (Kol) rebellion and the whole story is mostly a bunch of secondhand accounts so we never really know if Lyanna (Caroline) was kidnapped by Rhaegar (Klaus) or if she went willingly. Substituting characters was so damn hard, I just said 'what the hell' at some point.
Caroline Salvatore never felt like a real lady. Though her father was warden of the North and the house of Salvatore was very much a noble one, Caroline never preferred to be as a girl of her station should be. With two older brothers she constantly tried to catch up with and challenged herself to be better than them. This was what made learn her riding at a mere six years of age and made her learn how to handle a sword four years later.
Somehow, she always felt this need to be more than she was, to not just be an ornament or brood mare for a man and be as good a rider and swordsman than any man or even better. She never understood songs about knights, pretty dresses and romantic betrothals. She was not a creature of such things and never would be. She was not just another blue rose at Winterfell.
But it seemed that was all Kol Mikaelson saw her as. Already the lord of Storm's End even at his age, he was her brother Damon's friend who at first meeting her stared at her in awe and lust. His reputation for whoring was known throughout all of Westeros and she made no plans to give herself to him. But then her father, Giuseppe, announced her betrothal to him and suddenly she found herself chained down.
The She-Wolf growled and jumped against her cage, waiting to be let out. She wanted to whet her teeth with the blood of a stag. And the Mikaelson may have their fury but even that cooled at the coming of winter. The cold choose and spared no one, it just took.
She kept her venom in her mouth though, biting her tongue and swallowing down her own blood. It was not what she wanted but it would do. She kneeled down in front of the Heart Tree, praying to the Old Gods to give her patience and love because she had enough bravery and strength. If she was to be a wife, she needed a soft mouth and not teeth.
Stefan found her though and prayed silently beside her on the soft snow. She watched her brother, the Silent Wolf, until he spoke. "Kol will be a good husband."
She knew he was trying to assure her and she appreciated the gesture even though it was futile. "I don't expect the whores and wine to stop once we're married. He desires me, that is evident but…"
"It won't be enough," Stefan said aloud her greatest fear. "You think you won't be enough for him and once he tires of you, he'll go back to his old ways."
"We are not a good match," She sighed. "We'll despise each other in the end."
Stefan didn't say anything to confirm or deny her suspicions, instead watching her with his bright green eyes and she found her eyes watering, her throat tight.
"I do not know what father is thinking." She said, shaking her head. "I fear I will find no real love in this match."
"He is doing what he thinks is best for the family and you," Stefan lifted her chin with his fingers so he could look her in the eye again, his were gentle and warm. Her heart tightened in her chest as he gently caressed her cheek. "Father wants you settled and protected. Kol will never let anyone harm you."
But will he harm her? Caroline had heard of his temper but she didn't know if he'd really go as far as to hit her. She imagined his large hands and bruises on her skin and her stomach recoiled. "I do not want to leave Winterfell."
"We will all miss you," He smiled at her kindly, patting her red nose. "Most especially I,"
Her first night during the Tourney at Harrenhal was a feast and Caroline sat with her brothers and Alaric Saltzman who she had defended from three young squires earlier with a tourney sword. After patching him up, Caroline insisted he sit with her and her brothers and she could not be refused. The wolf maiden wasn't the type to be told no. And they enjoyed their meal till the room went silent.
The crown prince was said to be charming once and still was at certain occasions but his well-known hostile relationship with his father King Mikael had made him a withdrawn man. Thus, it was rare for him to be found playing a ballad for other people's entertainment. And he was very much gifted, the sweet and sad melody lulling Caroline to tears. Damon said nothing, no cruel joke at that, and wiped her eyes himself.
"Sister," He said with undisguised affection like he had once when she was too young to understand the world. "Maybe it is time for retire for the night?"
She wasn't too tired but she let him lead her back to her tent, not noticing the prince's green gaze on her as they left. But Alaric Saltzman did and he never forgot.
The first two days of the tournament was a victory for the mysterious Knight of Flowers whom to this day no one could tell who he or she really was. But when the unsettling paranoia of King Mikael began to rear its ugly, vicious head, the Knight disappeared. And Prince Niklaus won the tourney much to the cheers of the people who admired the golden knight. He was a handsome man, sunlight hair and forest green eyes and as majestic as any king-to-be on his horse.
The crowd waited eagerly for the prince to give the crown of winter blue roses to his wife, Hayley Labonair who sat quietly with her round belly but he passed her much to all's confusion. Instead his focus was on the bright-haired lady laughing with her brothers. She grew still as she saw him, confused why the crown prince was staring down at her and when he placed the crown in her life, declaring her the queen of love and beauty, no smiles were to be seen.
He nodded politely to her before turning away, her shaking hands reaching for Stefan's and squeezing so tight he could almost feel her bones ground under her skin.
"What has happened?" She asked him, dazed. "What happened?"
"I have no idea." He shook his head, taking a deep breath, feeling a dread in him he couldn't shake off. "But it is nothing good."
Kol was furious when he learned of Caroline's kidnapping. His precious bride whisked away into the night by dragon-born scum and he wanted to see Prince Niklaus die by the fire and blood his family spoke so much about. He wanted to ride into King's Landing at once and show them why the Mikaelsons meant by fury but Damon Salvatore beat him to it. But instead of finding his beloved sister and the raping serpent, Damon had to watch his father burn alive and ended up strangling his own neck as he tried to save him.
But their death did give one blessing. Houses from all over Westeros pledged themselves to Kol and Stefan as they started a rebellion to change Westeros. The fated day at the Trident had Kol's swords embedded into the prince's chest, blood bright like rubies adorning his armor as the dragon prince spoke his last words, "Caroline."
And Kol wanted to cut out his tongue for even saying her name but the bastard was already dead. He let out a hollow laugh as the golden prince lay on a filthy battlefield wanting to do more than just killing him. This was the monster that had stolen the woman to be his wife, ruining her and tainting her name with his foul mouth. He raised his sword to cut the fallen man's head from his body, mount it to a spike and let everyone see the end of a dynasty.
Stefan stopped him, pulling him away from committing such an act. "The royal army is retreating." The Lord of Winterfell told him. "We need to pursue them to King's Landing."
"You go." Kol replied, suddenly aware of the wound on his side from when the serpentine demon got him. "I am injured. I cannot go on."
Stefan steadied the other lord as he fell forward, accepting his weight. "Shall I go on?"
"Find Caroline," Kol croaked out, bones weary. "Promise me you will find her and bring her back to me. I do not care for a crown."
Stefan nodded. "I will bring her home."
But there was nothing in King's Landing, the gates wide open and the capital sacked by Guerrera forces. And when Stefan entered the throne room he found Marcel Gerard on the Iron Throne, corpses surrounding him.
When Jeremy Gilbert and Tyler Lockwood swore their fealty to him, Stefan rode to the mountains of Dorne to find his sister. The Tower of Joy was guarded by the remaining loyalist guards, only he and Alaric Saltzman survive the battle and Stefan could hear his sister's scream.
He found her in a bed of blood and roses. Caroline smiled at him in relief and fear, her forehead hot and clammy when he pushed back her damp blonde hair. And beside her, in blood and swaddled with blankets, was a new born baby. Her child.
"Stefan…" She nearly sobbed. "You are here."
"Did you doubt I would come?" He took her frail hand and kissed it, trying to abate his tears. "I have come to take you home."
Her eyes pleaded as she gripped his hand with the last of her strength. "Promise me, you will take care of my son. Raise him in Winterfell and tell him the truth of all this someday."
"Caroline…" He tried to hold on to her. "Please don't go."
"I beg you." She was more vehement. "Promise me, Stefan."
He swallowed, blue rose petals, winter roses of Winterfell dancing in the breeze. This could not be real. There was nothing but blood and death around him. And this could not be real.
But still he smiled at Caroline, a fallacy of a smile, all tears and locked jaws. "I promise."
She left the world with a smile and blue petals falling from her palms and all around them they became black. And he fulfilled his promise, he brought her home. He brought her back to Winterfell. And a baby in his arms, not scared of the cold.
Elena looked crestfallen as she held her own baby in her arms, confused as he told her. "He is mine."
My blood, my kin. Let all think he was a bastard and nothing more. For wolves and dragons could not be. Fire and ice was in the boy's veins.
Kol became king with Katherine Pierce as his queen. But the name he spoke so reverently was not hers, it was still Caroline Salvatore. And as the queen grew resentful of a dead woman, unknowingly so did her sister. Elena looked down at Caroline's son in his crib and let her anger cool in her blood for what she thought was her husband's betrayal.
As the years went by and Stefan was busy with Winterfell and his many children, he rarely had time to see Kol. But the king would return to Winterfell someday to try and unite their Houses. But in reality, Kol just needed to visit a tomb.
"She belonged with me." Kol touched the cheek of Caroline's statue. "She was supposed to be mine."
No, Stefan wanted to say. She never was.
He felt old, the cold seeping into his bones. Blue roses and blood still fresh in his mind when he closed his eyes and a secret on his tongue. He had one more promise to fulfil and he intended to keep it. Until winter finally came.