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But there wasn't going to be a later.

"Well, if it isn't my little sister come to see me in my solitude." He spoke as he crossed the floor. Rebekah snorted, which he expected but that didn't mean that he liked it. Klaus glared as she turned to face him. Rebekah always looked strange in the moonlight, she was meant and born to be in the sun. Not that she looked as less beautiful or alluring to the men of the underworld, but she was a child of the sun, he could almost feel the heat of the sun from her.

"The bells are already tolling.” The King said lowly.

"You're never going to see me again, I'm leaving and I'm never returning. This deal is null and void. I want nothing to do with you!" She warned him.

Fear inspired action, as Klaus had learnt in his long life. He needed her to be drinking three drops of this potion once a day, every day. No more, no less. There could be no exceptions. Caroline looked pale at his words and took a deep drink of water, swallowing it thickly and staring into space for a second.

"I deemed you worthy for what I gave you; do not prove me wrong, Caroline." He cut her off sharply. She let a couple of tears slip from her eyes as she felt the white hot strike of shame and heartache in her chest. 

Caroline blinked unbelievingly at the midwife a few times, shocked. She felt numb, her heart was pounding, and she couldn't stand if she wanted to right now. Her legs were jelly and she had the heart of a hummingbird. "I'm sorry, can you repeat that please?" She asked the woman as she sat on her bed in her chambers, which was covered in animal furs and blankets as they were approaching the dead of winter and the cold was getting worse by the day.