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Niklaus had spotted her from the window. He couldn't help but stare at her in wonder. She was the kind of women loved to hate. She was a young adult he supposed. She had that movie star look just like her mother, but unlike her mother, she was not overly tall and willowy, but more like an action star. Her muscle definition was perfect and she walked with the confidence of someone a decade older, perhaps she had her mother and aunt to thank for. The Forbes women weren't just flawless in their bone structure, their skin was like silk over the glass and they radiated an intelligent beauty, something that Niklaus admired. His elder daughter sat by herself reading a book and from here, she looked exactly like Claire. His mind went to that one memory and he couldn't help but smile.
That day was one of those days where Niklaus sat down and stared at his girlfriend Claire as she read silently. She sat in one of the great, big wicker chairs on the porch, legs neatly tucked under her and hidden from sight. Today her hair was woven into a braid, nothing fancy, just to keep the sweat out of her eyes. The heat had driven her from the mansion, armed with nothing more than a book. He could see the floaters, those few long, elegant blonde strands of hair she always kept at bay with a hand as she read. The ones that always made him smile and roll his eyes and think, " just get a haircut already." Her expression was so far away, a serenity that never failed to put the young man at ease. How delicately her eyes seemed to follow those pages. How elegantly her fingers would stroke the words. When she finally caught him staring, he'd scuttle away, rosy cheeks and all, lie when she later asked what he had been so keenly staring at.
Niklaus stared, taking a deep breath, holding the box of chocolate in one hand while the other one pulled opened the door, stepping in the room that was named after the husband of his love. Today was a rare day for Niklaus Mikaelson. Today was the day where the big bad Hybrid was nervous, in fact, he hasn't been this nervous since the day he asked Claire to marry him, despite her telling him that she didn't have to marry him because in her eyes they were already married in body and soul. Honestly, Niklaus thought that his heart was going to jump out of his chest from all the pounding it was doing. It's been three days since he tried to get his daughter along and it's been three days where he has failed, but today it seemed that luck was on his side.
Lottie promptly ignored him as he stood in front of her, Niklaus held the box tighter. He waited patiently for her to look up or to give him a sign that she knew he was there. When she gave him none, Niklaus awkwardly cleared his throat. "May I sit?" he asked, Niklaus' voice was soft and tender yet making sure he spoke clearly so that she could understand him. "Do whatever you want, it's a free country," Lottie's cold voice made him frown, but he did sit down. Putting the red box of chocolate next to her, he cleared his throat once again, "these are for you."
Taking her eyes away from her book, Lottie stared at the box and then at her father. She was giving him a blank look and arched a slender brow at him. "What do you want?" once again Klaus frown, her annoyance with him was clear as day and night; well it was better than having her shout at him.
