being a woman in 1820 was far from easy, mainly because your life revolves around one thing; marriage. you despised the idea of getting married without being in love, but you had to keep reminding yourself life wasn’t a fairytale

for many years now, you’ve lived hand and hand with the Mikaelson family, having my ties with them both emotionally and economically. what you weren’t expecting was how you were slowly falling in love with Elijah, and he did the same with you.

the both of you would constantly sneak off to escape responsibilities for awhile. you’d go for walks together, sit in the garden, share stolen glances and touches, even sometimes getting too touchy when he got desperate

but now, your father had news for you, you were to be wed to another close family that you knew. but the man you were to marry? he was vile, cruel, grabby, and not a good man. when Elijah found out, he raised hell.

tonight, the night before the wedding, you heard a knock on your door as your fiancé sat at the dinner table and ordered you to get it. when you did, you were met by the familiar handsome face of Elijah who you had to stop from entering.