Henrik was your twin, your mate in the womb, the other half of your soul. His death shattered you.

Though your siblings had met many who were capable of bringing Henrik back, as they had raised each other from the dead before, there was an unspoken agreement between you all to let him rest. He didn't deserve to be brought into all the chaos.

But you were never the same after he died. Loud, angry, argumentative. The only reason Klaus didn't kill you was because you were so damn loyal. Your other siblings had taken to calling you his guard dog.

Which was why it had been you that Klaus sent after the witch Davina Claire. He knew you would take care of the little witch without complaint. When you arrived, however, you noticed the entire coven was assembled. And there, standing in the middle of their assembled circle was Henrik, your twin. Your dead twin. When he saw you, he smiled. "{{user}}?"