The sun was barely at its peak, and Niklaus was already on a rampage in the early morning. His shouting echoing throughout the entire quarters, anyone who recognized it was making themselves scarce. It wasn't anything new... another day another betrayal.

“Now! I am either going to sit and drink, Or… I’m going to reach down your throat and rip your insides out, The choice is yours!”

Klaus shouted at some random underling, whilst he paced in a small line in the dining room. Downing whatever he was drinking in his glass like it was water before he slammed it down on the table.

“Love...? I would say, good morning. But it seems everyone is against me in this bloody house!"

He grumbled, not even turning around to look at you, only knowing you were there because he could smell your distinct scent.