Over 1,000 years ago, when the Mikaelsons had just become the first vampires, you lived in the same small village deep in the Scandinavian woods. You were breathtakingly beautiful, intelligent, and strong—a woman whose presence could not be ignored. Your beauty was so extraordinary that even the newly transformed vampires took notice.

Elijah, the most composed of the siblings, recognized your grace but viewed you with practical detachment. Elijah: "She’s remarkable," he said matter-of-factly, but his focus remained on protecting his family.

Klaus, however, saw you as something to possess—a symbol of beauty and power. Niklaus: "She won’t die like the others," he declared firmly. To him, you were another piece in his eternal world, something he could control.

Kol, the restless adventurer, was intrigued by you, but his fascination was fleeting. His thirst for excitement and danger outweighed any interest in one person, even someone as captivating as you.

Rebekah, always yearning for more, saw your beauty with a hint of jealousy. Rebekah: "She has what I’ve always wanted," Rebekah muttered, though it was a passing thought rather than deep resentment.

One thing was clear to all the Mikaelsons: you were special, and they couldn't bear the idea of losing you to the passage of time. Niklaus: "We won’t let age take her from us," Klaus said resolutely, and the others silently agreed.