𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻, 𝗮𝗰𝘁 𝗼𝗻𝗲.

          Evangeline had once read that honeymoon was originally honymoone. Hony symbolised the sweetness of a union between two people, and moone was believed to refer to the body's monthly cycle. So, if she was right, the honeymoon was the period right after the marriage where everything was sweet and perfect. And it was not a lie.

Evangeline and Niklaus spent their time painting or reading together. Sometimes, she would play the violon for him in the garden and he would enjoy it as the sun shone down on him. And then they would spend their whole nights loving each other.

She had grown rapidly accustomed to the married life and being a wife. While he was out with his brothers, she would take care of the flowers outside or go to the nearest village to buy bread and some vegetables in it. As for now, she stood by the marketplace, her eyes looking at the little group of children running away. Evangeline longed to have children someday.

Suddenly, a little girl waved as she made her way towards Evangeline, "Hello."

"Hello, little one," Evangeline smiled as the girl grabbed her hand and guided her through the village. "Where are you taking me?"

"This lady told me she wanted to talk to you," she replied, letting her hand slide out of her grasp and running the other way. Evangeline was left alone in the middle of nowhere.

"Evangeline Farley?" A voice queried and Evangeline turned on her heels to see a woman, showing her a toothy smile. Quite the charm. Her brown hair fell perfectly onto her shoulders and her brown eyes fit perfectly. "Nice to meet you, Katherine Pierce."

"Likewise."

"I have seen you before. Are you from here?"

"Not at all, I am a Queen's lady," she replied, trying to convince herself that perhaps she had been at court before and seen her by Mary's side. Katherine looked like a lady and not a mere villager.

"Sorry for bothering you, my lady," she said, bowing.

Evangeline had an odd feeling that made her step back, "My husband is waiting for me."

"Ah, yes," she said, kissing her top teeth as she took a few steps closer. "I was waiting for you to mention your husband, Niklaus. You see, your husband has been chasing since 1492 and he has done bad things to my family. Did you know he killed my entire family and my daughter?"

Evangeline could have sworn her voice cracked at the end.

"He's never mentioned you, Katherine," she replied. "I'm sorry for what he has done."

Katherine hummed, "I know he's not sorry and I want to make him suffer. I've heard that he worships you. Would it be so bad if I killed you like he killed my family. Tell me, Evangeline, do you wish to die?"

No sound came out of Evangeline as she stared at Katherine in disbelief. Was she getting punished instead of Nik for a mere revenge? Evangeline soon realised that she could not back up more as her back hit a wall, and she gulped watching as Katherine stopped right before her. The veins under her eyes popped out as her fangs appeared. Katherine grabbed her by the shoulders and pinned her to the wall. The rest was a blur and then she whispered a few words and went away. Blinking, Evangeline didn't remember a thing.

When she returned home, Niklaus was waiting for her in the garden as he usually did, "Ah, there you are!" he said, worry filled his voice. "You took a little longer than expected."

"Sorry, my love," Evangeline smiled, despite feeling a bit light headed. "I had to negociate with the bakery man. Of course, I won," she chuckled, showing the two loafs of bread.

"Marvellous," he said, kissing her head. "Have you found what you needed?"

"I reckon."

His eyes traveled down her arms as he frowned, "What is it on your arm?"

Evangeline looked down, puzzled by the wound on her arm then she recalled something, "Oh, I fell on a rock," the words left her mouth as if she had repeated them throughout the whole walk. "It is quite atrocious, I know."

Niklaus frown deepened as he led her to the nearest sink and grabbed a piece of tissue to wet it, then he tried to be gentle as he wiped the blood, "Does it hurt?" Evangeline shook her head. He bit into his wrist, bringing it to her lips. "Fear not, Angel. It will heal you."

Humming, she drank some blood, wincing at the metal taste before pulling away and glaring at her arm, which was completely healed by now. Niklaus gave her a smile, moving behind her as his hands traveled her body and she gasped at the contact. It was as if Evangeline had swallowed a jar of butterflies. His lips moved closer to her collarbone as he peppered kisses all the way up to her cheek.

"Nik," she giggled, trying to leave his grasp but he was stronger.

With a swift motion, he turned her around, kissing her lips tenderly, "I cannot help it, my darling. I want to touch you in your heart and on your skin," he breathed softly against her lips as she sailed them again. "Well then, you do feel the same."

"I do. I will always do," she murmured, battling her eyelashes at him. He sped them onto the bed, making her laugh loudly. "Oh, dear God, I will never get used to this," she said.

Evangeline adore everything about her married life. Surely, she would have loved to have children of her own but Niklaus and his family were more than enough if she had them for eternity. If people were aware, they would call it madness to fall in love with an immortal, to believe in all these hazardous creatures and to sacrifice their own family for eternal happiness.

"I made you a painting," he mumbled shyly, putting on his shirt as Evangeline followed him with her eyes through the room.

"A painting, you say? How romantic, husband."

"Perhaps you could write me a poem," he said, making her blush. "I've seen you writing them in secret."

"Because they're mine."

He pouted, facing her, "I am your husband, and yet I cannot see a glimpse of it. How sad."

"You will see them in time, my love," she told him, rising to her feet and making her way towards him. The sheets still wrapped around her body as he looked at her languidly. His hand wrapped around her waist as soon as she reached his side. "Is this the famous painting, then?"

Niklaus hummed, glancing at her as he awaited for her to say something. Evangeline brought her fingers on the painting, caressing it gently, "It is beautiful. You are truly talented," she whispered and watched as his cheeks reddened. "No one has ever told you this."

"It is not like I need people's judgment," he muttered, looking out of the window. His hands pinned behind his back and his posture straight.

She laid a hand on his shoulder, rested her face on his back and said, "But you do need mine, am I right?"

"Perhaps I do," he admitted quietly. "You are the first person to understand who I am and what I am. Most importantly, you are my wife so yes, I do need to know what you think of it—and me."

Such a broken soul, Evangeline thought as she pecked his back.

"I love it."

Finally turning around, he cupped her face without uttering a word and pulled her closer so he could kiss her softly. To his own happiness, she did not wait a second to return the kiss eagerly. Putting her hand on his chest, she stopped him and pulled away to give him a sweet smile that he only had seen when she was with him. His smile.

Someone knocked on the door as Angel hid herself behind her husband, watching as the page opened the door after Niklaus had invited them inside.

He handed a letter, clearing his throat, "A letter from French Court, Lady Evangeline," he said.

Niklaus thanked him, taking the letter from the plate and handed it to Evangeline. She sat down on the bed, reading Evangeline Farley Mikaelson and her lips formed a smile.

"It suits you well," he whispered, massaging her shoulder as she agreed quietly. "Who is it from?"

"My brother, George," she said, recognising the neat writing. "He has a very particular writing," she added. "Oh, Nik, I cannot read that," she then said sadly, her hands falling down on her lap.

"Of course you can, my darling," he replied, kissing the top of her head as if it would give her enough strength to read it.

Dear sister,
French court is godawful and tedious without you. Father went back to Scotland, claiming he had important matters there. But, he left us both behind in hope we would find a nice lady to wed.
I fear Tobias has fallen for a very noble lady named Joanne, she is very nice indeed. I, for myself, might have found someone too. I shall wait for your return to talk about it.
I do miss your presence, we both do. Toby found a passion for art, just as you did before. He writes poems and paints during the sunny days France is so kind to offer. You would be insanely proud, Angel.
On another hand, I have been having fun a lot lately. Kol taught me how to use a bow and we went to hunt. Worry not, sister, you are much better than he is. I really enjoy their presence and I am very pleased to call them family.
I miss you dearly, Angel. I wish to see you soon.

- Your little brother, George.

"This is...awful," she whispered, folding the paper back. The tears reached her eyes soon enough and she rose to her feet, startled by the wave of emotions. "He thinks I am coming back, Nik but I am not. I will never know who he is fond of nor if he had children. How am I supposed to bear it?"

"Love," Niklaus chirped in. "If you wish to see them, do as you please."

"But I cannot!" She argued. "How am I to watch them grow old and see them die? How does that make me a good older sister, Nik?"

"Evangeline," he said a little harsher. "You are spiralling. If you wish to see them, then we shall go back to court. I will stay an eternity there if needed."

"I—" she sighed. "I will see what I decide."

As she laid in bed, she closed her eyes and imagined her brothers having fun with Kol in the woods and she felt content. The mere images of her brothers being happy were enough to make her smile. Soon enough, Niklaus' snores were heard through the bedroom as he hugged her body and she felt herself drifting to bed.

"I love you, Nik," she whispered, though no one could hear but her.

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author's note, evangeline and klaus in the 1500s is my roman empire! ✨ because their downfall is not so cute