Obscure | ᵀʰᵉ ᴼʳⁱᵍⁱⁿᵃˡˢ/ᵀʷⁱˡⁱᵍʰᵗ ᶜʳᵒˢˢᵒᵛᵉʳ ⁽ᴱˡⁱʲᵃʰ ᴹⁱᵏᵉᵃˡˢᵒⁿ⁾ [1]

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙴𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝; 𝚃𝚠𝚘

𝚃𝚠𝚘

    A king without a queen dies with no heirs. A queen without a king was always the better choice. When playing a game of chess Rosalice always sacrificed every other piece, saving the queen and king for last.

    In this particular game of chess, she was going against a man with more knowledge at making kingdoms fall—he was losing, miserably. Niklaus curses, "Bloody hell, stop getting inside my head!"

    Rosalice rolls her eyes, leaning back. "I don't cheat," she murmurs. That much was true. She never cheated in a game of fair chess. Never allowed herself to indulge in minds around the room but rather far off so she didn't accidentally cheat. Unlike her father and aunt Alice along with Emmett who cheated numerous times.

    "What am I thinking about?"

    "World domination."

    "You are in my head!"

    Rosalice sends a harsh glare. "You're easily predictable."

    Rebekah snorts as she stands by the window, staring out of it. "She has a fair point Nik," She defends the girl.

    Niklaus murmurs something incoherent. A pout enters upon Rebekah's soft delicate features, "I cannot believe you disposed of those vampires without me." She turns to her brother. "You know how I love to set things on fire." She expressed loudly.

    Klaus only smirks in response, "Was I supposed to leave them in the front yard to rot?" He then shrugs his shoulders, returning to his game, "Besides, they were my responsibility. They attacked the helpless pregnant girl who's carrying my child."

    Rebekah rolls her eyes, as Rosalice captures a bishop. "Oh, I am so moved by your new-found sense of fatherly duties towards the werewolf carrying your hybrid bun in her oven."

    Hayley finally joins the room holding what looks to be an old notebook. Klaus moving a useless pawn, finding them tedious to use. "The werewolf would like to know what the plan is." Hayley expresses softly.

    "Well, that depends what plan you mean, love—my plan for global domination." Rosalice leans back, kicking her feet up as she moves her queen close to Klaus' king. "Or Rebekah's plan to find love in a cruel, cruel world." Rebekah smiles fakely, grabbing a pencil and throws it in Klaus' direction.

    In which he catches it with ease, moving yet the same pawn towards the bishop. Hayley directs, "The plan to rescue Elijah. You know, the good brother? The one who is now in the possession of your mortal enemy after you stabbed him in the back!"

    The original hybrid smirks, "In the front, if we're being specific."

    Rosalice mutters, "Like that's any better." Rosalice moves her bishop instantly catching the pawn that was just three spaces away from her.

    Hayley clenches the book closer to her chest. "You two said that you would get him back. So is there a plan, or what?" A ping of something unknown settled inside of Rosalice, her eyes sending a dark look towards Hayley's direction.

    Klaus hums out, "Okay. Well, firstly, Marcel is not my mortal enemy—he's my friend. Albeit one who is unaware that I'm trying to sabotage his hold over the supernatural community of the French Quarter, but a friend nonetheless." He frowns a little when he is forced to move his king. "And secondly, I daggered Elijah in order to gain Marcel's trust. If I had known he would place my brother in the hands of a particularly nasty teenage witch, I certainly would have weighed my options differently. And thirdly—" He looks over to Rebekah. "Sister, please."