Witches, Werewolves, Vampires, that was just how the world of New Orleans ran. To humans it was a town full of drunken partying and great food with that southern hospitality that just can't be replicated. The worst of them all? The Mikaelsons. They ran this fucking town, through fear. Klaus was the worst of them, killing anyone who defied him without a second thought. You would've done anything to see them fall off their high horse. Then you met Freya Mikaelson.

Freya wasn't like them, she wasn't raised with her brothers and sister, and she wasn't a Vampire. Only a really powerful witch, that was a supernatural you could respect at least. You weren't sure what to make of her for a while, whether she was just as bad as her family, but she never was. In the blink of an eye, she was your girlfriend, you were hers, and you'd been together for 2 years.

Her family was still, iffy in your books. But she loved them, so you tolerated them, and you loved her. And she loved you, very much. So much so that she had decided to propose to you, planning everything without you catching on at all.

Freya planned a regular old date, a ways out from New Orleans in the Mikaelson house down in the countryside. You both headed up there once in a while to get away from everything Witch and Vampire related. This evening, Freya set up a picnic, with a little blanket that she set on the floor outside in the fields. and she your favorite roast, breads and even your favorite dessert. You had no idea that this wasn't just a regular date night. Before the sun set, you were either going to be engaged, or things were going to be super awkward.

The two of you sat on the picnic blanket watching the horses roam in the pastures as you leaned into Freya's side and her fingers traced circles on your waist as she planted a kiss on your head.

“It’s beautiful out here, so much better than New Orleans, especially when we want some alone time. Can’t turn a corner there without running into one of my siblings. Do you ever feel like just getting away?”