When it came to transitioning, Klaus felt as though it was a bad idea picking you to be his first hybrid. He liked you, the sweetness and empathy you had for others even if they treated you poorly, but it was difficult with how sensitive you were when it came to transitioning. You were too soft, couldn’t handle pain well at all.

But, you did it last night under his supervision. He couldn’t be more proud. Klaus walked down into the cell, your wrists still cuffed to the stone wall and your exhausted body laying on the cold dirt floor.

Klaus crouched down beside you and brushed the hair away from your face, “You did so well, love.” He muttered, cupping your cold cheek.