#klaroline regency au

[galvanizedfriend]

Klaroline Fanfiction Masterlist

It's been a minute since I last updated my masterlist so I decided to go ahead and start a new one. Yokan // ▪ Multi-chapters

. The Wolf Series [I, II, III and Outtakes - Incomplete] When Caroline wakes up shackled, powerless and very far away from Mystic Falls, she knows she's in serious trouble. But when a woman named Sophie Deveraux reveals the reason why she's been kidnapped and taken to New Orleans, she realizes things are far worse than she could've ever imagined.

[The Originals rewriting where Caroline is a witch and gets pregnant with Klaus' child. Seasons 1, 2 and 3 complete, season 4 coming.]

. Vice and Virtue [6/6 - Complete] As the second son of a Duke, Klaus Mikaelson has the means and all the time in the world to indulge in every manner of wild activity with very little respect for the regiment of polite society. That is until his brother decides he's had enough of his vulgar ways and gives him an ultimatum. Caroline Forbes is a young debutante in search of true love and adventure. Except her aunt wishes for her to marry a somber Viscount who's already buried three wives. When their paths cross, they realize they might yet strike a deal that could satisfy their relatives and benefit them both.

[AH Regency!AU inspired by Bridgerton and a dozen other period novels I have been reading lately.]

. Pedulum [2/2 - Complete] This is what Klaus Mikaelson knows: death isn't the end for him. From the moment he is brought into the world to his final shuddering breath, Klaus' life is pretty much the same as everyone else's. The difference lies in what happens after he dies: he goes right back to the beginning, a child in London with the memory of dozens of lives lived before. Nothing ever really changes, including the fact that no matter how hard he tries, he can never save Caroline Forbes' life for too long.

[AH/soulmates!AU with a slight magical twist. Technically a one-shot, chapter 2 is just an alternate ending.]

. We'll Always Have New Orleans [3/15 - Incomplete] Caroline wakes up in a world where everything looks exactly the same, only nothing really is. For starters, she's no longer a vampire, and no one else in Mystic Falls has ever heard of witches, vampires or werewolves - no one except for Klaus, who woke up just as human and twice as angry about it. Their search for answers and a way out takes them all the way to New Orleans, and Caroline could never anticipate how much this crazy fake world was about to alter her reality forever.

[Canon-divergence!AU. Set right after TVD 4x18.]

. Speed Dating [3/4 - Incomplete] Klaus is having a bad month, so Caroline decides it's a great idea to drag him along to a round of Speed Dating. Other men in the room do not approve.

AH/AU fluff that was inspired by an episode of House (yes, it is fluff, I promise).

. Gasoline [2/2 - Complete] "He doesn't apologize, of course he doesn't. He doesn't care. He calls everyone love. It's not meant to mean anything. Except it did, once, and it makes Caroline's stomach churn away inside, as she feels Klaus crawling underneath her skin like he never left at all. I've still got you."

AH/Band!AU. Two years after Klaus walked out on his band - on her -, Caroline finds herself in her least favorite place on earth - New Orleans. She really did try to stay away from him, escaping an event just to keep off his radar. He finds her anyway.

. Like It's Christmas Again [2/2 - Complete] As Christmas approaches, Caroline Forbes, a New York-based event planner, is sent to a quaint small town in Virginia to organize their holiday festival. But her plans are momentarily hindered by the presence of Klaus Mikaelson, the Mayor's brother and a grumpy billionaire lacking in any holiday spirit, who's in town to close the sale of his family's manor - the charming estate she was hoping to use as a venue.

[AKA that time when I committed Christmas fic. AU/AH inspired by a Hallmark movie, I kid you not.]

. Spin [5/5 - Complete] Since she was seven years old, Caroline Forbes has been preparing herself to become President of the United States. But before she gets to the Oval Office, she needs to win the election for senior student president at the prestigious Saint Sebastian High - which would be in the bag if only goddamn Klaus Mikaelson hadn't decided to run against her.

[AH/AU lovers-to rivals-to-lovers The Politician!AU where everyone takes school elections way more seriously than they should.]

. How Far I'd Go [2/2 - Complete for now] Set in TVD S6/TO S2. Unable to control Caroline after she turns her humanity off, Stefan reaches out to the only person he can think of for help.

[Slices of moments of Klaus in Mystic Falls while Caroline has her humanity off.] ▪ One-shots

. The Sound of Settling Klaus hates his job at Mikaelson & Sons. He hates wearing a suit. He also hates his brothers constantly butting into his life. Everything will be better once he gets his much desired transfer to the New York branch. Caroline Forbes is the owner of Mystic Café, and when Klaus accidentally wanders into her coffee shop, his whole perspective changes. [AH/Coffee Shop!AU where Klaus is a lawyer. Fluffity Fluff. Lots of Mikaelsons and some Carenzo friendship.] . The Witch Queen Caroline always knew she was different. She was keyed into her own otherness very early on. Strange things happened around the Forbes women. Her mother never really had to spell it out to her, give it a name. Caroline could always sort of feel it, and then at some point the feeling blossomed into comprehension, and comprehension hardened into fact. And with that came an altogether different kind of certainty: this was not a secret she'd be able to keep forever. One day, no matter how hard she tried to hide it, everyone would find out. And when they did, they would come for her.

. Worst Things Have Happened Klaus Mikaelson is a prince with a very dark secret that threatens to destroy his family's legacy. Caroline Forbes is a sorceress whose job is to make sure his secret remains buried. But would it hurt him to put some clothes on? [Royal!AU, with a magical twist.] . The Unexpected Grace of Falling Apart The whole incident was bound to go down as a funny anecdote to be shared among friends, a Oh, you think you've had the worst hook-up ever? Hold my beer kind of story. Provided, of course, that she never had to see him ever and could just wipe him out of her life and memory for good. Given that they live in different time zones, it shouldn't be too much of a hassle.

That is precisely why Caroline is livid when she emerges from the arrivals area at Richmond airport to find Douchebag, in the flesh - sunglasses indoors and all, like the proper jerk that he is - holding up a sign that readsClarisse.

[AH/AU. It's Tyler's wedding weekend and Caroline is back in Mystic Falls for the first time after the most traumatic and depressing year of her life. And it's about to get even worse as she's made to share breathing space with Klaus, The Worst Guy Ever. Except they might have to join forces to save the wedding, and to the discovery that things might not be what the seem. As Caroline teeters on the edge of a breakdown she'd been trying very hard to conceal, an unexpected savior appears to help her through the haze.]

. love, the monster's got me now [Canon compliant. Set in TVD S03E09 Homecoming.]

"Don't run," he says calmly, sounding almost bored, but with a clear warning. "I'm in the mood for a chase. Little spoiler: you can't outrun me." His eyebrows twitch up when he finally turns around to face her, lips curling into an amused grin. "Tyler's girl," he states, gesturing towards the now empty yard. "You missed out on the celebrations, I’m afraid."

[Or: the missing Klaroline scene between "There's your pretty little girlfriend, Caroline" and "There's a whole world out there waiting for you." Klaus and Caroline meet after Homecoming.]

. When It's Gone Suddenly, Caroline hates how nice the bed feels. How soft the pillows are. How smooth and cool and expensive those goddamn sheets are against her skin. She hates the giddiness in her belly, like she's a stupid schoolgirl when she's not allowed to be one anymore. She hates how right the space between Klaus' arms felt, how easily she molded against him. His lips were as full and as soft as they looked, but his hands were gentler and more reverent than they had any right to be, and Caroline hates it. Hates it, hates it, hates it. She hates that it suits her, hates that she wants it, hates that none of it is hers to keep.

[Set after TVD S04E19 Pictures of You. Caroline hears about Klaus' impending departure after a mysterious letter and decides to have some words.] . Wishing Each Sigh Might Be the Last The first time she sees him, Caroline thinks he's an angel.

[Set in 1800s New Orleans. As Caroline lies dying, she prays for God to send help or end her torment and save her soul. She thinks an angel has come for her. But he's no angel at all.] . Feel the Madness Closing In Set in TO S3. Caroline is in New Orleans when Lucien and the Ancestors make a move against the Mikaelson family - and they know exactly who to target in order to get to Klaus. Paranoia sets in, sending him to a very dark place, and Caroline finally learns the price of being loved so profoundly by a monster. . Issues When Klaus' Hollywood career takes a down turn after a nasty divorce and a viral mug shot, his manager decides his life is not yet miserable enough, bringing in a PR company famous for its high-profile damage control cases.

[AH!AU where Klaus is a problematic movie star and Caroline is a PR agent with no time for his BS.] . Urban Legend "I hate myself for saying this, but I have to agree with Little Miss Sunshine," Caroline cuts in. "This is Whitmore. Nothing ever happens here. Least of all a possession that leads to a massacre of slasher movie proportions."

"Thank you, love," Klaus returns brightly. "Very flattering to be validated by you."

"Bite me, Klaus."

"Find me later, after my shift, and we can see to it," comes the shameless rejoinder.

[Or: Caroline tries to navigate life in college having the worst roommate ever, a douchebag who cannot take a hint and a nosy journalist whom she's definitely not attracted to. Never in a million years.]

#klaroline #klaroline fanfiction #klaus x caroline #klaroline fic #kc fanfiction #kcfic #kc fandom #klaus mikaelson #caroline forbes #the originals rewriting #the vampire diaries fanfiction #yokan writes #masterlist

[supremeuppityone]

It’s nearly time for me to start researching and mapping out my next AU human Klaroline multi-chap. Here’s some of my ideas so far:

Caroline is a famous actress and Klaus is an extra on her movie. Caroline had a very public breakup with a D-lister and has zero interest in dating. But Klaus is perfect. Unfortunately, too perfect as Klaus has an agenda of his own...

Expand A Beautiful Symmetry - Chapter 3: Another Day, Another (Sand) Dollar. A summer romance that was years in the making gets sidetracked when a local pirate legend turns out to be true.

Expand Brewery weekend from A Beautiful Symmetry - Chapter 74: Part 1 - Klarosummer Bingo. Disgraced surgeon Klaus accidentally vacations at a brewery that’s a front for the mob and gets hired for a job he never thought he’d want.

Expand A Beautiful Symmetry - Chapter 134: Part 4 - Klaroline Fall Bingo (“You are the treat, sweetheart.” prompt). Klaus stumbled into Caroline’s bar after he was left at the altar. Unfortunately, Caroline showed him so much hospitality he decided to move to her town and become her biggest competitor.

Expand A Beautiful Symmetry - Chapter 194 - The Tart with Bite. Historical Regency AU. It started with a drunken duel, a favorite morning coat damaged, and an irate shopgirl.

#klaroline fanfic #uppity bitch fanfic #klaroline #new kc stuff on the way!

[certifiedceraunophile]

Scandal of the Season by @lynyrdwrites

Caroline had stomped closer to him in her irritation, her hands clutching her skirts.  Klaus looked at her, a smirk slowly curving his lips. Caroline’s scowl faded, as she tried to figure out what he was plotting.

When she found herself scooped up in his  arms, her  skirts crushed by his hold, she shrieked.

“Niklaus! Put me down.”

“Never,” he purred in response. “It took me entirely too long to get you where I  wanted you.”

Caroline knew it wasn’t at all proper, for a woman to let her husband whisk her off to their bedroom in his arms in the middle of the day. But truthfully,  if she had wanted proper, she would have married Tyler Lockwood and lain meekly on her back for him, on the nights he wasn’t off with his mistress.

She much preferred her husband and  his life of sin of pleasure… even if that sin and pleasure was currently the great topic of gossip amongst the Ton.

#Srishti's endless list of obssessions #mine;edit #kcedit #klaroline fanfic #klaroline shippers club #klaus x caroline #klaroline fic rec #klaroline regency au #So i am absolutely OBSSESSED #with this fic #like geuinely the best regency au work EVER #Klaus is so PERFECTLY whipped for Caroline #and Caroline is such a smart bubbly headstrong absolutely BRILLIANT women who's characterization in this fic has been one of the most #DELIGHTFUL one to come across #I legit fell in love with this story with every line every scene #and it's just endlessly endearing and like a fic that keeps you smiling so so wide starting to finish #it's one of my fav comfort fics and is absolutely a GODDAMN DELIGHT JUST LIKE THE AUTHOR #Would rec 100/10

[celestialsmessy1]

Klaroline Regency

Been so enthralled by @galvanizedfriend Klaroline fic “Vice & Virtue” that I had to create something for it. This is a gift for your lovely writing. ❤️ The way you write is very regal and easily transports the reader into this time period.

If anyone hasn’t read it yet, what are you waiting for? Enjoy it HERE

Got inspired by the scene of them talking privately during the ball.

#klaroline #celestialmess1'sart #fanart #Vampire diaries #klaroline fanart #based on Klaroline fic #klaus x caroline #Klaroline fanart #regency au #caroline forbes #klaus mikaelson #TVD #Klaroline gives me LIFE! #Caroline deserved a big bad original to love her #niklaus mikaelson #Klaroline art

[bellemorte180]

Chapter One: Reflections

The English Gazette

March 15, 1813

My dear readers,

Another season is upon us and as London is flooded with the elite and highest of the Ton, I am once again pondering the questions of what exactly makes up society? What is it and who e xactly decides what is or is not appropriate? I personally find that the highest of society are nothing more than sycophants dressed in pompous clothing and fill the dark void of their lives with vices and temptations that they scorn the lower class for.

Whether it be a wealthy landowner or the King himself, no one is above the other in the end. For we all will die and face the same judgment. What is the point of postering and pushing forward in society when it brings nothing but heartache? What does it achieve? Families and marriages built upon nobility and wealth creates the loneliest of men. Those who have turned away from the social normalities are far braver and wiser than anyone who still dances to that of the Ton’s desires.

But alas, I am met with nothing but scorn and hatred for such ideals. Women bought and sold like cattle, given from father to another man, and yet it is I who is scorned as a radicle. Let me ask you this? The season is built around the time parliament is in session and it is the women who control how the season proceeds. Society claims that the women are the weaker sex and yet it is them who dictates who is and is not a darling among the vipers. Men pretend to have the power, yet they do not see how easily they bend to the whims of women.

So, once again I wonder what it is that makes society and the season so desirable, when it is filled with nothing but hypocrisy and lies?

Sincerely,

Lady Davina Claire

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Happy Birthday Jenn @helpless-in-sleep

#klaroline #Three Hundred Miles of Good Road #chapter one #regency au #regency version of fuck the patriarchy

[klavscaroline]

Diamond of the First Water (Bridgerton AU)

Dearest Readers,

The year is 1813 and London's Social Season is blossoming as wedding-minded debutantes and their Mamas scramble to find a suitable match before they are deemed a spinster. But when the Duchess of Hastings, Lady Caroline Forbes, returns to London, everyone is left wondering, who will be her lucky suitor?

Regards, Lady Whistledown

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[1jemmagirl22]

So I’m writing a delightful historical TVD/TO fanfiction right now and can’t decided which of the fallowing is more likely to get pregnant before marriage and cause a giant scandal.

A: Caroline 

B: Katherine

C: Rebekah

D: Davina

E: Bonnie

F: Multiple

#the vampire daires #the originals #fanfiction #historical fanfiction #i mean i'm going to go really over board here #klaroline #kolvina #kalijah #stebeka #bamon #regency au #historical au

[goldcaught]

kc Δ supernatural society regency au → newly turned american vampire miss caroline forbes mysteriously invited to country house party thrown by the mikaelsons, elite leaders of the supernatural haut ton.

#klaroline #kcedits #klaus x caroline #klarolinesweetswap #*mine #otp; give me the fucking fruit #otp; yes sweetheart #regency vampires au!!!!! PREIVOUSLY known as my pride and prejudice kc au of dreams but it was never reeeaally p&p so

[howeverlongs]

Part II · Part I

#Klaroline #kcedits #klarolineedit #klaroline shippers club #klaus x caroline #Klaus Mikaelson #Caroline Forbes #au edit #here some prompts for the incoming kc au week #klarolineauweek #LOVE THIS TIME OF THE YEAR #my post #my gifs #mine* #spies regency are my favorite #and the last one is my proud and joy

[lynyrdwrites]

Scandal of the Season

Now that the reveals are out, I can post the fic I wrote for @honestgrins for the Klaroline Vacay exchange. This is the first  1000+ word regency fic I’ve written, and I loved every second of it.  It fed my historical trashmance  addiction to no end.

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“It’s quite scandalous, isn’t it? The woman they’re written to will be quite ruined when she’s discovered.”

              “She’s going to be a whore, Elena.”

              “Katherine-”

              “What? She is. No respectable gentleman would write such things to a lady.”

              Caroline Mikaelson – once Forbes, before her marriage eighteen months previous – set her tea cup  aside and carefully patted her lips with a carefully embroidered handkerchief.  She knew the embroidery was done carefully, because she had done it herself, as she had the other embroidery on the pillows and the window silks that decorated the sitting room that was considered her domain.  She watched her friends continue their argument for a moment, a small smile quirking her lips. One could always count on Elena and Katherine’s arguments to be amusing, and the quick glance Bonnie shot her said she was thinking the same.

              “Perhaps the gentleman isn’t respectable,” Caroline said at last, breaking into the argument.  She considered the small plate of finger sandwiches that had been delivered by the maid when her friends had arrived. She let out a small breath of discontent, because biscuits would have gone much better with the tea.

              “Are you trying to say that some sailor’s letter has been published?” Bonnie asked, raising her dark brows. “I’ve read enough love letters to know how a gentleman writes, and this one does so perfectly.”

              Bonnie would know such things, being courted as she was by both Caroline’s brother-in-law, Kol, and Lord Lorenzo, heir to the Earl of Greysville. Last Caroline heard, they were both writing her poetry that she refused to share, even with her best friends.

              “I didn’t say he wasn’t a gentleman, I said perhaps he wasn’t respectable.”

              “I wonder who the woman is,” Elena interjected, holding the paper up.  “I can’t wait to bare your breasts to the world again, my Love, and to taste them… to see them flush pink with your desire and need, as you breathe out my name in a helpless whimper” – Elena shivered, but she managed to put on a scandalized expression – “whomever she is, she must be completely devastated, to have a man write to her in such… vulgarterms.”

              “I told you, Elena – she’s a –“

              “Good afternoon, ladies.”

              Caroline came to her feet at the entrance of her husband, which prevented Katherine from scandalizing her twin again.  She held out her hand, smiling as Klaus pressed a kiss to her knuckles, a shiver running down her spine when his tongue flicked out against her knuckles.  None of her friends could tell, of course, but Caroline still felt a thrill at the thought that they might, at any time, be caught.

              “You’re home early,” she said, holding her skirts so she could give him the slightest of curtsies. When she straightened, Klaus’ eyes shot up from the décolletage exposed by her gown, and met hers, while his lips curved into the smirk that had once made her slap him, but now made her want to touch him in far more… intimate ways.

              “We were discussing the paper,” she said, keeping her eyes wide and innocent. “It’s quite the scandal.”

              “Caroline,” Elena hissed from behind her.  Klaus raised a brow at her, and Caroline looked over her shoulder to see her friend standing, dropping into a deep curtsey.  She was the most proper of them all, after all. “Your Grace, we shouldn’t bother you with such simple gossip.  You’re a busy man.”

              “Never too busy for my wife, Madame Salvatore,” Klaus replied, and he had already dismissed Caroline’s friends in his mind, all his attention focused on her. “In fact, I need to  borrow her for a moment.”

              Caroline swallowed  at the dark promise in her husband’s eyes, and she felt herself go damp at the thought of being pressed into the wall by Klaus’ lean body, his solid warmth pressed to her.

              “We’ll  go,” Bonnie declared, and Caroline jolted in surprise.  Bonnie actually  rolled her eyes while Caroline grinned at her sheepishly,  not bothering to pretend  as though  she hadn’t forgotten about her friends’ presence entirely.

              “Our tea,” Caroline replied, in a half-hearted  attempt to act the part of hostess.

              “I’ve had enough,” Katherine declared after looking between Bonnie and Caroline with a narrow-eyed look for a moment.  “Your tea is awful anyway.”

              “Kat-”

              “My tea is not awful,” Caroline shot at Katherine, cutting Elena off.  Nothing irritated her like a dig  at her ability to hostess, something of which Kat was very much aware. “You’re just jealous of my cook.”

              “Keep telling yourself that, Caroline m’dear. Someday, perhaps it will be true.”

              Caroline scowled, and would have followed the girls as Katherine herded them to the front door, just to prove a point. But there was a heavy sigh, from behind her, and then an arm wrapped around her waist and tugged her against a warm chest.  Klaus’ breath was warm on her hear as he tugged her earlobe between his teeth.

              “You can argue with Katherine any time, Sweetheart.  I, however, am in need of you now.” His tongue soothed over the slight pain his bite had caused, and Caroline let him turn her in his arms. He brushed his fingers against her cheek, and she turned into his touch. “I missed you while I was gone.”

              “You always miss me. Although I sometime believe it’s only parts of me.”

              “Should we have an in depth conversation on politics,  so I can prove to you how I value your mind as well? Perhaps we can discuss the latest bill brought to the Lords.”

              “We could,” Caroline agreed, tangling her finger in his hair and tugging him down for a kiss.  She sucked his lower lip, and tugged on it with her teeth. When they  broke apart, she pressed soft kisses to the abused surface. “Or,  we  could speak about gossip.”

              Klaus winced slightly at Caroline’s words, even though she had released her grip on his hair, and taken a step back to cross her arms.

              “Now, Caroline-”

              “I told you we should burn those letters, Klaus! Amusing as Elena’s scandalized expression was, what do you think Mikael will do if he realizes who wrote  them? Or even worse, when they were written.”

              “Most likely he would disown me, which he has already done… can a man be disowned more than once?” Klaus’ expression was thoughtful, as  though he were truly considering the rules of disownment, and Caroline scowled.

              “Klaus, that is not the topic of concern at the moment!”

              Caroline had stomped closer to him in her irritation, her hands clutching her skirts.  Klaus looked at her, a smirk slowly curving his lips. Caroline’s scowl faded, as she tried to figure out what he was plotting.

              When she found herself scooped up in his  arms, her  skirts crushed by his hold, she shrieked.

              “Niklaus! Put me down.”

              “Never,” he purred in response. “It took me entirely too long to get you where I  wanted you.”

              Caroline knew it wasn’t at all proper, for a woman to let her husband whisk her off to their bedroom in his arms in the middle of the day. But truthfully,  if she had wanted proper, she would have married Tyler Lockwood and lain meekly on her back for him, on the nights he wasn’t off with his mistress.

              She much preferred her husband and  his life of sin of pleasure… even if that sin and pleasure was currently the great topic of gossip amongst the Ton.

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              Klaus  stroked a hand down Caroline’s arm, and  smiled when she murmured and burrowed closer to him.

              She was a passionate woman, his wife, and had ridden him into exhaustion. Now, Klaus simply enjoyed holding her close.   He breathed deep, inhaling her scent – Caroline adored rose water, it had been one of the first things Klaus had noticed about her. Being with her went a long ways  towards calming his wild emotions.

              He’d had lunch with Finn and Elijah, his elder  half-brothers, in an attempt  to heal the rift the revelation of Klaus’  true paternity had  caused.  The day Ansel had died, Klaus had gained a dukedom, but he’d also been disowned by the only family he’d ever known. It had been Caroline, who had convinced Klaus to try and rebuild burned bridges with his siblings.

              He’d had great success with Rebekah and Kol, but Finn and Elijah were more proper, and more bitter that the family’s black sheep was a duke, out ranking anything the other two could ever hope  to  become.

              “Your thinking is disturbing my sleep, Klaus.”

              “Perhaps that was the point,” Klaus replied,  ducking his head to press a kiss to her shoulder. “Your Lord and Master demands to be serviced.”

              “My Lord and Master had best re-think calling himself that.”

              She sat up, holding the blankets to her chest. Klaus scowled at the material keeping her hidden from him, and Caroline rolled her eyes.

              “You visited with Elijah and Finn today. I am not simple minded, Klaus.  You enjoy bedding me, but you rarely come home in the afternoon unable to wait until tea is done before you can have me. They upset you.” Caroline rested her chin on his chest, eyes surveying him critically.  “If you wish, I can shoot them.”

              Klaus chuckled at that, a memory of Caroline in a lovely blue frock as she looked at him down the barrel of a pistol flashing through his mind. No one would ever call their courtship boring.

              “No, you can leave the shooting of my difficult brothers to me, should it come to it.” He twined one of her curls – sadly abused and beginning to droop after their lovemaking – around his finger.  “But your worries of earlier weren’t entirely misplaced. I  do not give a damn for Mikael’s opinion, but if Elijah or Finn realizes the letter is mine…”

              “At best, they will judge us with their foolish, judgement faces.  At best, they  will tell Rebekah and Kol they may no longer interact with  us.”

              “Kol won’t listen, of course, and he no longer relies on father to give  him an allowance. But Rebekah is still dependant until she marries.  She’ll be forced to listen.”

              “And that will hurt you,” Caroline added, brushing her fingers over Klaus’ cheeks.  Her expression went hard, a look that suited his wife – normally made  of sunshine and laughter – very poorly.  “Well then. I’m shooting them.”

              Caroline made to clamber from the bed, and Klaus grabbed her by the waist, rolling them until he was braced over her. There were a hundred well thought out arguments Klaus could  put forward to keep her from murder, and several lewd proposals he could make to just keep her in his bed.  But when he looked down at her, it was none of them  he spoke.

              “Stay with me, Love,” he said simply. “Just… stay.”

              “You ruin my anger every time,” she grumbled.  “It is hardly fair, Klaus.  You get to be made all the time.”

              “Only because I have you to smooth things over.”

              Her breath huffed against his chest, but she let him pull her back into cuddling without argument.

              “How did the Post even get that letter?” she demanded at last. “I thought we had them  all hidden away.”

              “I may have… lost one.”

              Caroline’s bewildered expression over her shoulder said more than words ever could.

              “I was visiting Evamshire, when your mother was ill, remember? Since I didn’t have you, I required something else to remind me of you.”

              “So you took  one of the letters you wrote? Really, Klaus, were mine not good enough?”

              “You always use euphemisms,” Klaus complained. “Or refer to our lovemaking as that night or in Lord Salvatore’s blue parlor. I required a more vivid picture.”

              “And then you lost it,” Caroline grumbled. “Do you see now why I said we couldn’t sign them?”

              “Indeed, m’dear.” Klaus pressed a kiss below her ear. “You are quite brilliant.”

              Caroline sighed happily as  he continued to kiss her, and reached behind him to take his member in her palm, stroking him with a confidence borne of months of love making.

              “And don’t you forget it,” she growled, turning to him so they could be distracted by other, far more enjoyable, endeavors.

---

              Caroline knew that Klaus wasn’t particularly upset by his letter being published.  He would probably see it as some foolish sign of his masculine achievements.  But she also knew that the break in his family upset him more than he would acknowledge,  and that being  barred from a relationship with Rebekah would devastate him.

              Besides, Caroline had worked damn hard for that relationship to be possible, and she’d be damned if some Ton gossip sheet destroyed it. Still, for Caroline to go right to the source would be all but admitting the truth of whom the letter was written to.

              But, Caroline had an ace in the hole she fully intended to  use.

              “So, that letter-”

              “Yes, Bonnie.”

              “Then Klaus-”

              “Yes, Bonnie.”

              “Oh… my. I mean, that is… does it feel… pleasant, then?”

              Caroline sipped her tea and raised her brow at her friend.  She could imagine what Bonnie was trying to get at, but if the other woman couldn’t get the words out, then she  most likely wasn’t ready to have the question answered.

              “I mean, the  letter… does he really taste your… breasts?”

              “I know Kol. I know Enzo. Have neither of them ever mentioned it in that poetry they’re writing it?”

              It was always difficult to tell when Bonnie blushed, but when Caroline spotted the faint red hue, she felt slightly smug.

              “Yes, well… it’s poetry.   The lewd topics are hidden by flowery prose.  That letter, however? It’s very… bold. I didn’t  realize men wrote such things to their wives.”

              It was Caroline’s turn to flush and attempt to hide her face behind her tea cup.

              “You’re blushing.  Why are you blushing? I’ll admit it’s a bit… unusual for a husband to show such passion for their wife but – oh… oh.  Is Klaus writing this to his mistress? Oh, Caro-”

              “No!” Caroline’s spine went steel straight, and tea threatened to slosh over the side of her cup.  She set it aside hastily and smoothed her hands over her skirts, taking a deep breath to calm herself.  “No.  Klaus has no mistress – trust me, he wouldn’t dare.  I just…” Caroline hesitated, because the truth of that letter, it wasn’t as simple as a man unfashionably in lust with his wife.  The truth was a little more salacious than that, but this was Bonnie, and of all her friends, Bonnie was the single one actually capable of keeping a secret, including Caroline herself.  “TheletterwasnotwrittenwhileIwashiswife.”

              Bonnie blinked and set her own tea aside to lean forward.

              “Could you repeat that?”

              “The letter,” Caroline said, carefully enunciating through gritted teeth.  “It was not written while I was his wife.”

              “Oh.” Bonnie sat in long silence.  “But… if it’s to you, and you weren’t his wife, then… oh dear.”

              “Yes,” Caroline agreed.  “Oh dear.  But Bonnie – should the identity of the author be discovered, the timing cannot.  The scandal will be bad enough, and Klaus and I will ride it out either way, but-”

              “Rebekah won’t,” Bonnie said simply.

              “Rebekah won’t,” Caroline agreed.  “And it’s imperative to my husband that this not harm Rebekah.  We’ve only just begun to mend those relationships.”

              “You mean you’ve only just begun to mend those bridges.  If Klaus had his way, he’d still be a cold, lonely man separated from his siblings.” Bonnie blew out a heavy breath, contemplating all that she learned.  “Well.  We need to discover the source.”

              “Can you do it?” Caroline asked, leaning forward to grip Bonnie’s hand with her own.

              “Alone? Not at all.  But luckily for us, there is a thief that is rather fond of us both.  But you’ll have to negotiate.  He always tries to use these things to black mail me into accepting his proposal.”

---

              Lorenzo St. John, future Earl of Greysville, had a multitude of talents uncommon to a man who would someday be a member of the House of Lords.

              But then, most Lords weren’t running con games in Paris from the time they were able to walk.

              Though most of the Ton had no idea of the details of his less than savoury past, they were aware he hadn’t been raised like them, and it left him as somewhat of an outcast.  That hadn’t mattered to one Caroline Forbes, however, who had risked her own reputation as a single lady to save Enzo’s neck.  Of course, rather than ending up with him, as she would in one of the naughty novels so many ladies read, she had wound up a Duchess.

              Enzo might have been bitter, except that he’d been rather more interested in Miss Bonnie Bennett anyway.

              And now, his debt was being called in for feminine intrigue, and there was really nothing he could do about it.

              “Your husband could have been more circumspect, Gorgeous,” Enzo grumbled when the situation had been laid out before him.  “This is hardly the type of matter that will do anything for my vanity.”

              “Oh, would you prefer someone be on death row?” Caroline replied, raising her brows.  “Perhaps wrongfully accused of the single crime that someone didn’t commit?  Oh, wait… that did happen.  It was you. And because of me, now it is not. Me and Klaus.”

              “Klaus and me,” Bonnie corrected automatically, and it made Enzo chuckle, because the young lady always became so very proper around him.  Even though they sat discussing theft and blackmail, she still appeared so very prim.

              Yet, she hadn’t yet slapped him for the naughty poetry he’d sent her – or Kol Mikaelson for the same.  It was a damn shame the other man was so competitive.  They might have found a middle ground otherwise.

              “You heard, her, Gorgeous.  Klaus and me.” Enzo grinned as Caroline rolled her eyes.  “Now, ‘m not the type to patter about grammar.  But if you need some intimidation done, then I suppose I can help you out.  For a price.”

              His gaze drifted to Bonnie, who crossed her arms and scowled at him.  He winked at her in return, and she turned her head from him with a huff.

              “Eyes on me, Lorenzo.  And what do you mean – for a price?  I saved your rotten life!”

              He had to admit, Caroline was rather magnificent when she was angered.  Her eyes flashed, and her cheeks flushed, and Enzo acknowledged that Klaus was a damn lucky man.  He was also a man willing to live on the edge, because had Enzo married Caroline as he’d originally planned, one of them – most likely him – would be dead now.

              “Well, what do you expect me to do? Risk my neck in this little scheme for free?  In case you’ve forgotten, playing Lord Raider nearly got me hung once already!”

              Caroline and Bonnie exchanged looks, and Enzo was witness to one of their rare moments of silent conversation.  Caroline’s nose crinkled, Bonnie’s brow furrowed, until at last, as one, they turned back to him.

              “I will let you have two waltzes, one of which will be the supper dance, at Caroline and Klaus’ ball.  You will keep your hands in exactly the correct positions, and I will deign to allow you to dine next to me,” Bonnie offered at last.

              “Oh, you’ll deign to sit next to me, Miss Bennet?” Enzo gave her a dry look, before letting out a huff of laughter. “I do enjoy you, Bonnie. But no need to sacrifice yourself in such a horrid fashion.  Who am I blackmailing?”

              “Intimidating,” Caroline corrected, her lips curving into a sheepish smile Enzo knew meant trouble. “And that’s part of the issue… we’re not entirely sure.  You need to help us find that out too.”

              Bonnie added her own, more half-hearted smile to Caroline’s, and Enzo groaned and slumped down.

              “Bloody hells. Fine. Now begone with you whilst I plot.”

---

              Klaus had suspected that Caroline was up to something.  Her kiss as he had left had been distracted, and if it weren’t for a promise to meet Kol, he would have never let her get away with such distraction.  He much preferred her to admire him as he deserved.

              Suspicion turned to certainty when Lorenzo St. John took the seat across from him, the one Kol had abandoned just moments earlier.

              “That brother of yours certainly does enjoy the sound of his own voice, does he not?”

              “If you’re looking  for my assistance in beating him out at wooing Miss Bennet” -  Klaus paused for  a second, because truth be told, Kol did  like the sound of his own voice, and had a habit of being a prat… but he was also the only brother willing to speak to Klaus, and he released a heavy sigh as he imagined Caroline’s reaction to learning Klaus had plotted against  him, even if it was with Enzo, whom his wife was entirely too fond  of – “he is my  brother, and  so I wish him happy.  Or something.”

              “Or something,” Enzo agreed dryly, raising a dark brow in amusement. “As it is, I’m not here for your help in courtship.  You’re quite terrible at it.”

              “Excuse me?” Klaus replied, feeling his spine stiffen at the accusation.  “Which of us is it that is married? Because I appear to be enjoying wedded bliss while the object of your affections flutters her lashes at my brother.”

              “Gorgeous is odd,” Enzo gave an easy shrug.  “She’s American. Not her fault.  You  were just lucky to find the one woman who could see your… Klaus-ness as charming.”

              “As always, St. John, it’s been a pleasure.  But I believe I have other urgent matters to attend… such as not throwing you through a window.”

              Enzo looked at the nearby window, eyes narrowed contemplatively, as though considering the likelihood of Klaus being able to toss him through it.  Klaus rolled his eyes and stood; why his wife tolerated the other man, he would never understand.  Perhaps one of those Amerianisms that Enzo claimed allowed her to find Klaus charming.

              “Caroline wants me to go back to my… old ways.”

              The quietly hissed words had Klaus dropping back into his seat.

              “Dammit,” Klaus growled, closing his eyes and praying for the patience to survive disobedient wives. “I told her not to worry about the matter.”

              “Yes, and she agreed and went to meekly embroidering handkerchiefs and drinking tea, giving the matter of salacious gossip nary another thought,” Enzo agreed.  “That so sounds like the Gorgeous I know.”

              “Must you persist in acting as though you know my wife better than I?” Klaus demanded, his eyes snapping open to glare at Enzo.  “You don’t.  Obviously, this is not unexpected.  I just thought I had more… time.”

              Caroline liked her plots to be well concocted.  For her to have acted on this one already meant she must have been making it – her brilliant mind whirling madly – even as she had voiced her concerns to him.

              She had damn well have not been plotting while they’d been making love.

              “Well as it is, I’ll be taking care of it for you. Or rather, Lord Raider will.  I just wanted to let you know, in case the worst happens and I’m looking at the hangman’s noose again.” Enzo actually looked rather irritated at the thought, and Klaus smirked, hoping it that it galled the other man, to remember that he still owed Klaus a debt that could likely never be repaid. “If it does come to that, you’ll have to play the imperious duke and get me out.”

              “Again,” Klaus added, with what was meant to be benign smile, though he suspected it bared too many of  his teeth.

              “Again,” Enzo agreed, his own smile equally as pleasant. “Though this time, it will be on your behalf, so I certainly hope no debt will  be incurred.”

              Klaus leaned back in his chair and contemplated the other man. He didn’t particularly like St.  John – though admittedly, he didn’t particularly dislike him either – but he could  acknowledge that Lorenzo had been a good friend to Caroline, particularly when she had arrived on the scene,  a nouveau riche outcast from America who was a little too… American to truly fit in with the other debutantes.

              Klaus had immediately been infatuated, but he would admit it was Enzo, with his charm, looks, and money, who had eased Caroline’s  way significantly in those first weeks before Klaus had managed to flirt his way into her bed and, eventually, into being her husband.

              The other man owed him nothing; saving him had been for Caroline, and for what he had done for Caroline… not that he would ever tell Enzo that.   Still, allowing any one else to play the hero for Caroline in need… the thought didn’t appeal to Klaus at all.

              “Well,” he said after a moment, giving a sharp nod as he made his decision.  “This go ‘round, I suppose we’ll have to hope our lovely ladies are able to save us, as if you’re hanging, I very likely will be as well.  How exactly do we become… Lord Raider.”

              Enzo stared  at him  in silence, before abruptly burying his face in his hands with a pained groan.

              “Lord above, what have I unleashed?”

---

              Logan Fell loathed the nobility – really, he loathed any sort of gentry at all. Mostly, it was due to jealousy.

              Partly, it was because he’d once tried to seduce a Lady of the Gilbert family, only for the Lady in question to marry a far richer, noblerman and her brother-in-law to lay Logan out and otherwise ruin his life.

              Now, he wrote for a gossip rag and spent most of his time completely done on whiskey.

              That was, until he received the letter.

              It was the talk of the Ton, and while it might not be the fine literature Logan had always imagined he would write, it had gotten him a raise. Plus, out there some nob would be pissing his pants in fear of being revealed, and Logan would be the one to reveal him – and his lady love.

              Yes, Logan felt quite good about his lot in life, and even whistled as he made his way toward the tavern.

              He didn’t even see the man until he was pushed against an alley wall, a sword at his throat. He recognized the black mask,  however, and felt his stomach churn.

              “Lord Raider… impossible. You’re dead.”

              “Rumors of my demise are greatly overstated.”

              It wasn’t the man holding a sword to Logan’s throat, but a second Lord Raider that spoke. He also held a sword, which he swung absent-mindedly as he considered Logan – or at least, Logan assumed he was being looked at.  It was difficult to be sure with the mask.

              “You released a letter,” the first man said, his voice rather guttural, though still clearly well-educated. “Where did you get it?”

              “I can’t tell you,” Logan replied, shivers overtaking his body as the grip on him tightened.

              “That is a poor decision, Mr. Fell. While I myself don’t condone murder, I don’t think my friend gives a damn about your continued survival,” mused the second man, the one that claimed to be the true Lord Raider.

              “I don’t know,” Logan sobbed when he felt the rapier break skin. “I swear it. I never met the man. He delivered the letters anonymously and wished me well, but he had to have been high class.”

              “Why would you say that?” asked Lord Raider, genuine curiosity in his voice while the first man just growled.

              “The money he gave me. Only you rich lords can afford to pay a man to gossip,” Logan replied bitterly, and then gave an embarrassingly high squeal when the grip on him tightened even further, and he began to worry he would need a doctor to stitch him.

              “Who cares about the difficulties of the  pathetic?” the first man hissed. “You said letters.  Where are the others?”

              Logan intended to keep his silence – he would only receive his raise and the extra money promised him once all the letters were published – but then the man tilted his head, until Logan was forced to meet his eyes, visible through the mask.

              He couldn’t tell the color, but he could clearly see his death there.

              He rattled off his address.

              “Please don’t kill me,” Logan begged when he was done. The man stared at him for another moment, before tossing him aside.

              “He’s all yours,” the man said to Lord Raider. “Alive as well. Remember that, when confirmation is requested.”

              He left, disappearing as easily as he’d first appeared, leaving Logan and  Lord Raider behind. Logan still sobbed, and could tell he’d soiled his pants – a humiliating situation. Lord Raider looked after his companion a moment, then to Logan. He took out a bag of coins and tossed it next to Logan.

              “I recommend using it to leave the country. My friend left you alive tonight. That may not extend to tomorrow. He is rather excellent at holding grudges.”

              Then Lord Raider left as well.  For a moment, Logan felt defiance rise, bravery returning now that he was alone, and he thought he would stay, nobility be damned.

              But then  he remembered the look in the man’s eyes, the one that promised pain and darkness, and he shivered.

              Defiance be damned, Logan Fell would go to America and live.

---

              The candle in their room was still lit.

              Klaus entered the room, and Caroline looked up from her novel.  She was in her dressing gown, her hair hanging over one shoulder in a long, loose braid, curled in a chair by the fireplace, one that Klaus knew to be incredibly uncomfortable.  Klaus imagined that  had been the point, as when she looked at him, her eyes were fatigued, but the chair would have kept her awake.

              “It’s  done,” he said, and then, after a moment of hesitation, he pulled the other letters out of his jacket. “He had more.”

              Caroline took them from him.  She unfolded one, read it over.

              “Some of them are mine,” she noted. And though her language had been more flowery, some of them had been written before their marriage, were suggestive enough to cause issues. “Is Mr. Fell alive?”

              “Yes. You can even ask Enzo.”

              Caroline actually chuckled at his response. She climbed to her feet and stepped to the fireplace.  She tossed the letters onto the flame, and Klaus stepped up behind her, close enough that their bodies touched, to watch them burn.

              “I don’t need to ask Enzo, you foolish man.  You may not always do things I approve  of, but I know you’ll never lie to me about them.”  She turned towards him and reached up to tug the mask from his face and tossed it into the flames as well.  His face bare, she cupped it and pulled him in for a kiss.  It began sweetly, but passion, as always, quickly flared between them.

              “I shouldn’t do this with you now,” he murmured against her skin.  “I nearly killed a man mere hours ago.”

              “If you avoided making love to me every time you nearly killed a man, I would still be a virgin,” she responded cheekily, her hands sliding the buttons  on his trousers open until she loosed his cock.  “Don’t pretend to be anything other than what you are with me, Klaus.   I may not always like it, and I will tell you when I don’t, but I will always choose the ugliest truth over a pretty lie.”

              She backed him up, and he let her push him into the chair she’d left.  She paused in front of him, pulling up the skirts of her dressing gown and night shift, before she straddled him, his cock settling in the cleft of her thighs.   She kissed him again, holding his face in her hands once more, and Klaus’ settled on her hips, helping to guide  her until he slid inside of her.  She welcomed him, wet and warm, and Klaus growled into their kiss.

              “I love you,” Caroline murmured, pulling back from their kiss to rest her forehead against his.

              “And I, you,” Klaus replied, his hands moving from her hips to undo her dressing gown and push it from  her shoulders.  He then pushed her  shift down to bare her breasts, as Caroline began to rock her hips.

              When he took her nipple between his lips, she actually let out a curse, making Klaus smirk into her skin.  He loved it when she cursed during their lovemaking; the unruly American she hid so well behind the Duchess’ façade coming to the forefront in her pleasure.

              “God, Klaus,” she hissed out.

              “I do like to be your God, Caroline,” Klaus replied.

              She probably would have been irritated by that, but Klaus had grasped her hips and angled his own, helping to increase their movements.  After that, neither of them could form words.   Their breath put instead towards grunts and moans and, occasionally, the others name spoken like a prayer.

              Her fingers bit into his shoulders almost painfully as she came apart, and Klaus let out a series of curses as he found his own release, holding her tightly to him. Caroline released her grip, instead holding him in an embrace.

              “How did he get them?” Caroline asked.

              “He didn’t know,” Klaus replied, still feeling rather grim.

              Caroline said nothing, but Klaus  knew his wife well, knew her mind was whirling.

              “Hmmm,” she murmured.

              “What has your brilliant mind concluded?”

              She pulled back from him, her hands resting on his shoulders.

              “Do you trust me?” she asked.

              It  was on the tip of Klaus’ tongue to make a blasé remark, but Caroline’s expression made him hesitate, and instead grasp her hand, and press a warm kiss to her palm.

              “Without reserve.”

              Klaus was quite sure he would follow her into hell without reservation, if it meant she continued to smile at him like that.

---

              Mikael Mikaelson sneered at Caroline when she was let into his study.

              It didn’t bother her. After all, he was an asshole, and despite his distaste for her and his hatred of Klaus, he had still allowed her entrance.

              The power, she supposed, of being a Duchess.

              “What is it that the bastard’s harlot would want with me?” he asked, pure disdain painting his voice.

              “I believe you mean the Duchess of  Evamshire,” Caroline replied primly, smoothing her skirts. She sat and smiled at Mikael sweetly.  “Of course, I could understand how you  might make the mistake. A known womanizer and whore chaser would hardly recognize a woman of quality.”

              “Excuse me?” Mikael demanded, looming over Caroline.  “My reputation is above reproach-”

              “It won’t be,” Caroline cut him off coldly.  “If you persist in attempting to ruin my husband and myself.”

              Mikael glared at her, and she could see him fight an inner battle for a moment -  they both knew of what she spoke, and they both knew she had no proof.

              But Mikael’s pride and self-satisfaction had always driven him, and his face took on a smug expression.

              “The world will know you for the slut you are, and that Niklaus married an American whore because ofwhat she did for him in bed. Sadly, you’ll still be accepted – the safety of the duchy, I suppose – but you’ll both be laughingstocks.  And my daughter will finally be forced to repudiate you both.” Mikael raised his brandy in a salute. “As I didn’t drown him at birth, it will have to do.”

              “You disgust me,” Caroline said, her voice musing. “And you also won’t win.”

              She pulled a letter out of her pelisse, and began to read it.  The familiar words of the letter that had been published in the post.

              “I don’t need to hear you repeat that disgusting drivel,” Mikael sneered, cutting her off.  “Have you no shame, to even acknowledge it?”

              “Oh, but, my Lord… it’s not my shame,” Caroline replied with wide-eyed innocence. Then those eyes turned steely, and for the first time Mikael had the sense to appear nervous.   “It’s yours. And there’s a woman – Sage – willing to swear you wrote these words to her. A whore.  Of course, her son is actually Finn’s, but he won’t acknowledge or help them, and Sage is exactly bitter enough to swear that he is yours as well.   He does have the same eyes, after all.”

              Mikael stared at her in enraged silence for a moment.

              “Of course,” Caroline continued, “Sage’s word probably isn’t enough.   But a letter in your own hand writing? That’s a  little more telling.”

              She turned the letter towards Mikael, a forgery that even his own wife would believe belonged to him.

              Mikael leapt for her throat, and Caroline found herself on the floor beneath him, his weight pressing down on her, and for a moment she began to regret this plan.

              But then Klaus was there, and Finn and Elijah, pulling their enraged father away, as Klaus held Caroline, and she could  gasp desperately for breath.  The letter had been discarded, but Klaus saw it, and quickly made it disappear into his jacket.

              “Father, what in the word are you doing?”

              “That whore… that harlot…!” Mikael couldn’t get any other clear words out, and Caroline shrank into Klaus, clinging to him like the terrified lady that Elijah and Finn would expect her to be.

              Finn wrestled his father away, while Elijah looked at Caroline and Klaus with apology in his eyes.

              “I just wanted to try and mend the rift,” Caroline said, adding a sniffle, just because it made Elijah soften even further.  “I know it bothers Rebekah so.”

              “My apologies, Your Grace… Mikael’s behaviour… you were right, Niklaus.  I believed I needed to be loyal to father but… dear God, he would have killed your wife.” Elijah looked at Caroline with worry.  “Come to dinner on Friday.  Father will… I will make sure he’s not here.”

              Klaus gave a sharp nod, and they left rapidly, using Klaus’ rage as an easy excuse to retreat.

              A rage that was all too real.

              “Never again,” Klaus swore, holding Caroline close in the carriage.  “Never again will you be near that man.”

              “In his defence, I did exactly what I knew would send him into a killing rage,” Caroline pointed out, but her throat was still tender from her near strangulation, and she winced.  “But I’m fine with never being near him again.”

              “I should have never-”

              “It was my idea,” Caroline rested a finger on Klaus’ lips.  “I knew you would be there to save me.  I never doubted you.”

              She may have doubted her plan for a moment, but never Klaus.

              “How did you know he’d attack you?” Klaus asked after several moments of silence.

              “He is Mikael.  And Mikael is not that complicated a man.  He takes pride in his belief he is better than everyone else. And I threatened to bring him to the level of us mere mortals. He’d rather die.” Caroline tapped a finger on Klaus’ chest thoughtfully.  “But first, he’d rather I die and see if that fixed everything.”

              Klaus rested his head on hers, and cuddled her close.

              “We’ll burn the letter when we get home,” Caroline stated.

              “Indeed, it’s caused us enough trouble.” He sighed heavily.  “I suppose this means I can’t write you such things anymore.”

              “It does,” Caroline agreed, “but really, it’s for the best.” She tugged him down, so she could nip his earlobe and murmur into his ear. “I like it better when you say them to me anyway.”

              Klaus’ lips curled into a smirk, and for the rest of the carriage ride, he murmured every dark, sensual thing he wished to do to her against her skin.

              When they reached the house, the servants did not see either of them for the rest of the day.

#Klaroline #Klaroline fic #honestgrins #regency au

[anime-lover-forever-1127]

Competition? {Who Would Dare Threaten My Queen's Life?, Version 2} {Klaroline}

Competition?

{Who Would Dare Threaten My Queen's Life?, Version 2}

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Disclaimer - (Cause fanfiction is tricky ground and I hope not to offend the creator of the original story and get sued)

I do not own "The Vampire Diaries", it belongs to its original creator Kevin Williamson, Julie Plec, and L. J. Smith. Nor do I own "Originals", which belongs to it's rightful creator Julie Plec, Michael Narducci, Leslie Morgenstein, Gina Girolamo. This is only a fanfiction that I was inspired to write by the original work. Please support the official release of "The Vampire Diaries" and "Originals". Most of the media - such as the art and illustrations, gifs, video's, etc. used in this fanfiction - are from the web. Thus, most of them aren't mine (because I really, really can't draw) unless mentioned. To fit the story, images are also edited by various apps and websites. So they aren't mine, just edited.

Also if you own a picture or Video that I found online, and you either want your name added, or me to take it down. Please contact me and we can talk it out. P.s. I also ask that you do not copy my work and publish it onto any other website.

Warnings: Clammy (Cami) Bashing, Human AU, Regency AU, Pregnant Caroline, Attempt to force an abortion

Info You Might Need To Know: "Speaking",

Word Count: 3.5K

Requested By: fantasylover4ever on Ao3 - This is my second take on the prompt King: "A wonderful feast my dear. Now what is your request? Even to half my kingdom it shall be granted." Queen: "If I have found favor in your eyes, my king, and it pleases you; save my life! King: "Who would dare threaten my queen's life? Who is he? Where is he?!" Queen: "It is he (second in command, make up a reason)" *sees the traitor begging for mercy, making her uncomfortable* King: "Will you dishonor my Queen here in my house?" King: "My lovely queen, nothing nor anyone shall cause you sadness."

Summary: When Camille first came to court to be married, she knew the king did not love her. But she did have expectations. Mikael had warned her she'd have competition. Let's follow Camille on her journey as she realizes, there never was any competition.

ADVANCE SPECIAL WARNING - YOU MAY FEEL TRIGGERED:

Cami (que gagging sound) is married to Klaus here. This is from her perspective. Now before you decide to slit my throat and throw me overboard, I guarantee you this is 1,000,000,000% KLAROLINE!

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Today's Special

"Don't mess with his queen, Her king is always beside her!"

~Fallinginlovwid

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When Camille first came to court to be married, she knew the king did not love her. That he was only marrying her because of Mikael.

But she did have expectations.

Expectations that she shattered.

*****

"Niklaus." Mikael greeted, in tone he had to force to remain respectful. "Allow me to introduce you to Lady Camille. She is the only daughter of the O'Connell family."

The man threw the curtsying women one glance, before going back to what he was looking at before.

Camille's eyes widened in surprise. Surely he knew that they were to be married?

People knew that Klaus had been the product of an affair. But because the man who his wife was cheating on him with, was the king. Mikael could do nothing but once.

As if that wasn't enough, because Ansel died without any official heirs, he left the crown to his only son.

So now, Mikael was forced to kneel in front of the boy he once had bow to him. The man swore that he would do whatever it took to ensure happiness remained out of the bastard's reach.

His biggest plan to ensure this, was this marriage. With his support, Niklaus wouldn't be able to deny O'Connell's marriage offer.

Camille followed the king's gaze to find him staring at another blond. The woman was in a pretty blue dress that brought out her stunning blue eyes, and made her pale, flawless skin look as if it was glowing in the candle light. She had a glass of champagne in her hand, and was chatting with Klaus' youngest brother, Hendrick.

She turned back to the king, and saw a small fond smile on his face, as he stared at the women. His fingers itching to capture the scene eternally in paint.

Mikael growled and pulled Camille aside. He tugged on her arm harshly. "That is Caroline Forbes." He informed her. "She had been by Niklaus' side since they were children. She is the only heir to the Forbes family fortune." Mikael growled out the king's name, resisting the urge to call him a bastard here. "She will be your biggest competition, even once you are married. Just keep reminding her of her place."

Despite being one of the most successful merchants. The Forbes weren't noble, and thus their marriage wouldn't be approved by the council. So Camille wasn't too worried.

*****

Over the years, Mikael kept trying to push her to remind Caroline of her place. But no matter how hard she tried, nothing worked.

Caroline had thrice the amount of guard assigned to protect her with their life, then Camille ever did.

Caroline was the one who always shared the opening dance with Klaus. Correction, she was his partner in all his dances. He refused to even dance with her at their wedding.

It was always Caroline who sat at his side, during meetings, well Camille was pushed aside like a maid.

Her only solace was that the people talked. They called Caroline the King's mistress, his whore. Her reputation was in tatters.

But Caroline's influence was spreading quickly. She had already won over all the palace maids and guards, and during the balls, even the noble's began slowly accepting her into their fold.

Camille was sure that it was only because she hung herself on the king's arm, but as she watched a genuine smile spread across Lord Salvatore's face at her sight or how Lady Branson embraced Caroline in a hug. She realized that Caroline was truly making her presence in the court known.

She knew that she needed to do something to secure her place quickly.

She needed an heir.

*****

Three months later, the news that the king was having a child joyously spread throughout the land.

But it wasn't Camille the people were praying for at night.

It wasn't Camille who's guard doubled.

It wasn't Camille who was receiving well wishes.

It was Caroline.

Camille felt the fan in her hand snap under all her anger as she watched in envy as Klaus lovely pulled out a chair, and gently helped the pregnant women sit down.

*****

Much to Cami's relief, Caroline gave birth to a girl. She had hoped that when Klaus found out, he'd finally leave her in anger.

But instead, the king threw a nine day feast to celebrate his baby girl coming into this world. His love for Caroline didn't diminish, it only grew stronger.

*****

Klaus had gathered the whole family for dinner that night, so everybody knew that he would be announcing something big.

Once everybody had sat down, Klaus stood up and took a step closer to Caroline. "We have great news. We are expecting another child."

Instantly chatter broke across the table.

"How long are you?"

"How do you feel?"

"Congratulations"

"You did again, huh?"

Various questions and well wishes rang through the room as everybody stood to congratulate Caroline. Everybody but Camille.

Caroline laughed, as Rebekah who kept firing off a series of questions. "I missed two of monthlies in a row, so around two months."

"Oh, that's excellent." Sage congratulated. Women tended to have the most miscarriages in the first three months, which means Caroline would only have one more months before she could relax a bit.

Camille looked down at her plate. Caroline was pregnant again. Well she, she still hadn't even shared a night with the king. He spent their wedding night in her chambers, but even then he refused to touch her.

Kol smirked, "Something wrong Camille?"

"Kol!" Bonnie, his wife, tried to shush him.

Camille looked up to see Bonnie look at her with pity. Rebekah was glaring at her, Kol smirking at her, Finn only had eyes for his wife, who was fanning over Caroline along with Klaus. Well Klaus hadn't once taken his eyes off Caroline, his hand resting gently on her stomach where a new member of the royal family was growing.

The queen was unable to take it and quickly stood up, "It's not fair!" She shouted. "People blame me for being unable to convince. But how can I give you a child? You never touch me!" Camille cried out.

"And I never will. I refuse to ever be unfaithful to Caroline." Klaus told her coldly.

Camille reels back as if she was slapped.

She knows that if Caroline gives birth to a boy, nothing can save her. Nothing will stop Klaus from stripping her of her title, and casting her aside.

He'd give Caroline the crown, and because she would be the mother of his son, his heir, there would be nothing anyone could do. There would be no title, no land, no support strong enough to argue against that. The counsel wouldn't be able to do anything to stop it even if they wanted to. As if Caroline hadn't already won over more than half of it.

'I need to keep her crown.' Camille thought, glaring at Caroline's stomach. 'No matter what!'

*****

Katerina had an annoyed look on her face when Camille called her in, something the queen knew she openly showed, knowing that Klaus would never let her be punished unless she did something against Caroline. A perk of being one of the pregnant women's friends.

"Why did you call me in here?" Katerina asked, straight to the point, not wanting to be in the Queen's presence longer than necessary.

Camille resisted the urge to scowl, knowing that she needed Katerina on her side. "I need you to do something for me." she smiled, "Of course you will be rewarded."

Katerina was about to say no, until she saw the glean in Camille's eyes. The queen was planning something, and she needed to know what it was, before she made any choices. "What?"

Camille smiled, thinking that Katerina was willing to see her way. "I need you to just slip something in your lady's food, for a couple of days only." she said, handing the maid a pouch.

Katerina looked inside, her eyes widened when she saw the contents. "These are sesame seeds!" she cried, outraged.

Camille narrowed her eyes, "Yes." she said, without a hint of remorse.

"You want me to kill a child?" Katerina glared, hatred evident in her eyes.

Camille raised her head higher, "It needs to go." She knew that killing Caroline would be way too risky. But the child, that is something she may be able to get away with, it's done right.

Katerina shook her head, disgusted. "You want to kill a child. For power."

"It's my right!" Camille shouted.

"No it isn't." The brunette scowled.

"She's nothing but a whore." The queen defended herself.

"No, you are." Katerina corrected her. "You came in between them. You're crazy if you believe the king would ever choose you over her."

"How dare you!" Camille shouted.

Katerina ignored her, she turned around and walked away. "I won't ever help you."

But before she could touch the handle, Camille forced herself to think with a level head, and spoke again. "Do you ever think people will accept a maid as the wife of the king's brother?" she asked. "Do this, and I will make you my lady in waiting."

Katerina scoffed, "You're crazy if you think that's something I want. I'll always rather be Caroline's friend, than your dog."

"I've had you beheaded." Camille threatened.

Katerina began laughing out loud. "Oh, you think Klaus will ever allow that? Especially when Caroline's so close to giving birth. Klaus would never take anyone of Caroline's friends away from her. Knowing that she'd never forgive him."

Before Katerina leaves, she glances behind her once more time, "Oh, and I know Elijah will always love a loyal maid, but never even so much as look at a traitorous bitch."

As Katerina walked outside, she stopped in front of one of Camille's ladies in waiting. "Oh , and Hayley. Stay away from my man. Or I'll have you beheaded for the jewels you tried to steal from the castle."

*****

Camille glanced across the table where Klaus was gently holding Caroline, her pregnant belly fully on display. "A wonderful feast my dear." He complimented her.

Camille's teeth clenched in anger, she had to bite her tongue to prevent herself from shouting out in outrage. Once again, Klaus had given her power to Caroline. Giving the pregnant women all control over the feast and its preparations. "Now what is your request? Even to half my kingdom it shall be granted."

The so-called queen flinched, knowing that Klaus truly meant it. If Caroline asked for the official title of queen, Klaus would gladly pluck the grown from her head, and palace it on to Caroline's.

"If I have found favor in yours, my king, and it pleases you. Save my life!" Caroline looked up at him, her eyes lashing fluttering and tears beginning to gather in her crystal blue eyes.

Camille felt her blood freeze in her veins and fear wrap around her heart. She couldn't. In all their times in court, Caroline hadn't once truly made a move against her. She never needed to know.

She knew she had crossed a line, but surely Caroline knew that she was just doing what she had to!

"Who would dare threaten my queen's life? Who is he? Where is he?!" Klaus demanded, enraged.

"Not he, she!" Caroline corrected, pointing at Caroline.

Camille jumped to her feet and tried to back away, but instantly two pairs of arms grabbed her. She turned to see Elijah and Kol glaring at her. She tried to free herself, but they only tightened their hold. Ensuring that there would be bruises on her arms, if she lived long enough for them to form that is.

"What did she do?" Marcel asked, sympathizing with her. "I'm sure she had a reason."

A fire lit in Caroline's eyes as she glared at the head guard. "Reason? What possible reason could she have for trying to take my baby's life before they could even breathe!"

Camille stopped struggling and lowered her head.

She knew.

She knew!

SHE KNEW!

Klaus would kill her.

Women or not.

Former queen or not.

Klaus would ensure that she would have a slow and tortoise end.

Klaus fire dimed at the news, a calm, sharp, deadly anger taking its place. Scaring everyone but the women on his side.

An angry Klaus, they could deal with. But when his anger took his speech, and left nothing but a cunning predator in its place. Nothing was safe from his wrath, nothing except his mate.

Caroline gently rubbed his arm. "She tried to have Katherine slip sesame seeds into my food on a daily basis." She told him, seeing his anger, she gave a firm squeeze, "Of course she wouldn't agree to that. She came and told me at once. She's more than ready to witness in court."

"That isn't necessary." Klaus told her, gently running his thumb across her cheek. He turned to Camille, finally acknowledging her presence since Caroline had spoken. "Will you dishonor my Queen here? In my house!"

Klaus wrapped his arms around Caroline, one hand gently resting on Caroline's stomach, to ensure that his child was still safe. "My lovely Queen, nothing nor anyone shall cause you sadness."

Klaus pulled out his blade, and walked towards Camille. The sound of the unsheathing sent a stab of fear in her heart and her legs gave way and she fell to the ground. Elijah and Kol doing nothing to stop her from the fall or her knees touching the cold stone ground.

Klaus raised Camille's head using the tip of his blade, he forced the kneeling women to see the world around her from the ground.

Finn was trying to calm his wife, Sage down, the angry women looking down right murderous.

Rebekah and Hendrick were sending her disgusted looks, the youngest Mikaelsons both standing at Caroline's side.

Well Caroline looked regal, her hair surrounding her head like a golden halo, and her hands gently resting on her stomach. She glared down at Camille was a justified enraged expression, and a hint of pity.

"Camille for the crime of hurting my queen, and our child, you will suffer. By the time I'm done with you, you will be begging for the mercy of death." Klaus promised her.

*****

Klaus was right.

By the time the day of her execution came, Camille was thankful. She wanted this to be over. She was starved, beaten.

But what was the worst was the looks people gave her. Klaus had chosen to publicly make a show of her, of what happens if you touch Caroline.

If the women who were once Queen could fall, then what chance did they stand?

He made her walk through the villages and streets in rags, barefoot publicly announcing her crime and execution.

She did receive many pitying looks, but those instantly disappeared once they heard her crime.

Camille lived long enough to hear the kingdom's joys as news that Caroline gave birth to a healthy baby boy spread across the land.

As a result, she was officially stripped of her title, and her rank; as if she had any truly to begin with, and forced to walk to the guillotine in shame.

She had rotten food and fruits thrown towards her on the walk, as names that the people once called Caroline, were now directed at her.

As Camille stared up towards where the royal family was sitting, she once again saw Caroline sitting next to the king. Her newborn son cradled in her arms.

She knew she had no one else to blame, other than herself.

She laughed and realized that Mikael was completely wrong.

There was no competition.

She was a fool to think that there was any competition to begin with.

There would be no way that Klaus would ever choose her over Caroline.

She knew she had no one else to blame other than herself for ever thinking she could get between the king and his queen.

As the guillotine was falling on Camille's head, a crown was falling onto Caroline's.

*****

Someone on requested I have Cami bashing in the second version, something I was more than happy to provide, so here it is. I know Caroline wasn't the official queen for most of the chapter, but she was the one Klaus treated like his queen.

It was weird writing from Cami's perspective. Well, at least in the end she realized that she can't compete with Caroline.

I know you kind of wanna sympathize with her because it's from her perspective. But in my eyes, it's her fault. She's the one who tried to get in between Klaroline.

Also, another reason why I love Caroline a trillion times more than Cami (There is no competition) The Originals season 5 episode 1, Caroline isn't afraid to put Klaus in his place. She called him out and told him to stop using Mikael as an excuse to be a bad father to Hope. Well Clammy only continued to excuse his actions because of his 'daddy issues'. Is this level of hate toxic? Maybe. It's just how I feel. I can't stand her. She just annoys me to no end. I understand that some people may not agree with me, I completely get that. This is just my opinion.

(^This is nothing against Leah (Cami's actress) - I've seen her interview - she's sweet and fun. I just CAN'T stand the character she plays.)

On a whole other note (yet on the same page - let's call it a footnote);

Here's a little Bio lesson because I find it kind of (Read: really) ironic that men in the old times were such asses to their wife's because they couldn't have sons. Not realizing that the women are always gonna give an X chromosome. So it's the sperm that decides if the child will be male or female by passing along an X or Y chromosome. So it's technically actually the guys fault, not the girls.

Anyways,

KLAROLINE FOR LIFE BECAUSE I WILL GO DOWN WITH THIS SHIP!

#klaus #Niklaus #caroline x klaus #klaus x caroline #klaus mikaelson #niklaus mikaelson #elijah x katherine #Kalijah #Kennett #bonnie bennett #Kol mikaelson #katherine pierce #katherine #hendrick #finn mikaelson #sage #TVD #the vampire diaries #fanfiction #romance fanfiction #tvd fanfiction

[galvanizedfriend]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thank you for the tag @kirythestitchwitch and @morningstargirl666 🤗

How many works do you have on ao3? 22! But I think I currently have two or three fics that are private because I keep meaning to rewrite and never get around to it.

What's your total ao3 word count? 1.617.205 😗

What fandoms do you write for? Currently only The Vampire Diaries/The Originals.

Top five fics by kudos: The Wolf (surprising no one, The Originals S1 rewriting), The Wolf II (surprising no one², The Originals S2 rewriting), Vice & Virtue (very surprising this has more kudos than TWIII lol, regency AU), The Wolf III (The Originals S3 and 4 rewriting) and The Sound of Settling (that time I committed coffee shop!AU).

Do you respond to comments? Yes! I try to always keep up with comments, but I get a little behind from time to time, especially with comments left on older fics. Sorry, folks 🥲 With WIPS, I tend to always reply to comments right before or immediately posting a new chapter.

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Pendulum, for sure. The alternative ending is pure angst (and I love it very much, there's so much meaning and to me it's a perfect ending for that story).

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? All the others lol All my fics have a happy ending, Pendulum is an exception.

Do you get hate on fics? Not so much anymore, though I did recently get a bitter anon here on tumblr. But yeah, I've received a lot of hate over the years.

Do you write smut? Occasionally, when I feel like the story asks for a smutty scene, but more often than not I go with the classic fade to black.

Craziest crossover: I've never written crossovers, though I have written lots of AUs inspired by other things (I forgot what those are called now).

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Yes, I have. A while back this nutjob stole a bunch of fics and published them as originals on Amazon and The Wolf was among them. I got lots of comments from people warning me about it and I managed to get it taken down.

Have you ever had a fic translated? Yes, I have! To Russian and Chinese.

Have you ever co-written a fic before? I have not, though it's a fun idea.

All time favorite ship? My favorite ship is always the current one and I've been stuck on Klaroline for a few years now. Those two idiots in love have my whole heart.

What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will? I have so many. 🥲 I really wanted to give the TVD S5 rewrite a chance, but really don't think I have it in me to start something like that again.

What are your writing strengths? Oh boy. I suck at paying myself a compliment. But I've heard I write good action scenes? I don't know if it's true. Personally, I think I do a decent job of writing AUs, as in adapting canon aspects to other universes. I don't just plaster names on characters, I try very hard to make sure everything is still recognizable even in a totally different setting (then again, that's very subjective 😂).

What are your writing weaknesses? Wordiness. I am so freaking wordy, my stories are so goddamn long. I wish I could simplify my writing, shorten sentences, but alas. I have these ideas for writing exercises I would like to try with a couple of ideas I have, but I need to finish the ones I have started before I can jump into something else.

Thoughts on dialogue in another language? If it's single words or short sentences, it's ok. I kinda like it even, but when it's full dialogues in languages I don't understand, it kind of loses me.

First fandom you wrote in? I think I wrote some semblance of fic when I was like 12 for Charmed, though I didn't even know that was fanfiction. But the first conscious fic I ever wrote was for Torchwood.

Favorite fic you've written? Pendulum. I think it's the most original and profound (lol) thing I ever wrote, it expresses many aspects of how I feel about KC. But I also really, really like The Unexpected Grace of Falling Apart. I LOVE romcoms and I think that story is everything I love in that genre, without being completely silly (in my opinion, ofc). Those two fics couldn't be more different if I wanted to, but one thing they have in common is the fact I spent years working on them.

Tagging @definedareasofuncertainty, @howlingmoonrise, @misssophiachase, @jinxedwood, @bettsfic, @bellemorte180, @marginally-accurate, @b-mina and @austennerdita2533!

#fic writer asks #fanfiction #yokan writes

[supremeuppityone]

Aesthetic for my Klaroline story, Chapter 147: Acrimonious Accompaniment, in A Beautiful Symmetry.

It’s the day after Klaus and Caroline’s arranged marriage — and it’s just as uncomfortable as it is unconsummated. Or, how 2 stubborn people + misunderstandings = sexytimes.

Please read and review here.

#klaroline fanfic #uppity bitch fanfic #klaroline #klaroline historical au #klaroline does Victorian Regency #plus arranged marriage #and awkward misunderstandings

[certifiedceraunophile]

Their Vows for @helpless-in-sleep

Klaus and Caroline's vows to each other on their wedding day. Regency AU.

A gift to the lovely, absolutely delightful and all round gorgeous Jenn (perfectpro)

#mine;edit #kcedit #tvdedit #klaroline fanfic #klaus x Caroline #klarolineedit #regency au #klaroline shippers club #otp: i shot him and now he thinks we’re engaged

[qvnthesia]

A, J and M.

A: Of the fanfic you’ve written, which is your favourite and why?

Definitely See You In My Nightmares. I'm very happy with the fic, I get wonderful ideas yet life's too stressful to give me time to write. My Elejah/Klaroline fic's also good, I'm also proud of that, but Klaulena takes the top prize.

J: What’s your favorite fanfic trope?  Have you written it?

Historical AU with royalty, regency and medieval era elements is always my favourite fanfic trope. I haven't written it yet, it's currently being planned. I also like 'Enemies to Friends to Lovers' (that's between Klaulena in SYIMN) and Time Travel doesn't sound so bad either.

M: What’s the weirdest AU scenario you’ve ever come up with?  Did it turn into a story?

I wouldn't say weird, more like a bit of crack to be honest. It's where the Mikaelsons are on the run and Marcel catches up to them. He's about to launch into this grand speech of having his trust violated and whatnot when a bride comes up behind him and snaps his neck. Elena's the bride and Elijah's just standing there like a complete idiot. Elena marches forward and whacks Elijah with her bouquet for making her forget her memories with him to 'keep her safe'. But Elena remembered everything and now she's furious at Elijah. Rebekah and Kol are trying not to laugh, Freya pinches the bridge of her nose and Klaus and Hayley buffer.

I found it a bit weirdly hilarious, might post it someday on AO3.

#elejah #crack fic #a bit of fluff #elena gilbert #klaus mikaelson #elijah mikaelson #the vampire diaries #the originals #klaulena #questions #terapsina #qvnthesia a&a

[bellemorte180]

The English Gazette

March 15, 1813

My dear readers,

Another season is upon us and as London is flooded with the elite and highest of the Ton, I am once again pondering the questions of what exactly makes up society? What is it and who exactly decides what is or is not appropriate? I personally find that the highest of society are nothing more than sycophants dressed in pompous clothing and fill the dark void of their lives with vices and temptations that they scorn the lower class for.

Whether it be a wealthy landowner or the King himself, no one is above the other in the end. For we all will die and face the same judgment. What is the point of postering and pushing forward in society when it brings nothing but heartache? What does it achieve? Families and marriages built upon nobility and wealth creates the loneliest of men. Those who have turned away from the social normalities are far braver and wiser than anyone who still dances to that of the Ton’s desires.

But alas, I am met with nothing but scorn and hatred for such ideals. Women bought and sold like cattle, given from father to another man, and yet it is I who is scorned as a radicle. Let me ask you this? The season is built around the time parliament is in session and it is the women who control how the season proceeds. Society claims that the women are the weaker sex and yet it is them who dictates who is and is not a darling among the vipers. Men pretend to have the power, yet they do not see how easily they bend to the whims of women.

So, once again I wonder what it is that makes society and the season so desirable, when it is filled with nothing but hypocrisy and lies?

Sincerely,

Lady Davina Claire

Three-Hundred Miles of Good Road for @helpless-in-sleep.

Coming December 18th.

#klaroline #regency au #happy birthday #told you I was going to drag this out.