Rhea had been walking through the quarter for some time, something she had done a lot of recently— Ares would often awake to his sister being gone, doing nothing more than taking a walk.
She saw the St. James infirmary up ahead, Davina had informed her that it was infact, a magic free zone— she briefly wondered if it applied to her magic too. As she approached, she could tell that there was some kind of art exhibition going on, and it was only when she saw a rather familiar painting that she realised who's art exhibition it was.
Walking over to the bar, she was about to order a drink before one slid across the bar and stopped right in front of her.
"Well, well, look who it is." The arrogant tone of voice made Rhea look up instantly, merely rolling her eyes when she saw who it was.
"Lucien."
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MARSEILLES, FRANCE: 1002AD
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"Do you not ever feel bad that we have charmed the Count into thinking we are a Lord and Lady?" Rhea asked her brother as they prepared for party the Count de Martel was hosting.
"No, not really.. The Count is cruel man who torments even those who live to serve him." Ares paused, "Just look at poor Lucien."
Rhea hummed, agreeing with her brother, she had become quite fond of Lucien and often came to his aid when he got himself into trouble. They joined the festivities soon after, it didn't take long for Tristan De Martel to catch up the witch.
"My lady, you look delightful." He placed a kiss atop her hand, Rhea liked the attention from Tristan, some said he was cruel and wicked— she had never seen that side of him. She was scared to get too close to him, however, in case he were to ever to find out what she were. His father was sure they would be married soon, though.
"Tristan." Rhea said with a charming smile of her own, the two were interrupted when one of the guests called him over and he excused himself, promising to spend time with her later on.
Spotting Lucien with one of the guests, she walked over to her friend, "Lucien, I do hope you're staying out of trouble."
"Of course, my lady." She cracked then, her serious expression turned into a grin and Lucien chuckled at her antics.
She looked at the man he was stood with, "Who is your friend?"
"This is the Lord Niklaus, and this is The Lady Rhea."
The two seemed to be in a stare off, almost as if they were two alphas deciding whether the opposing side was going to be an enemy or ally.
"Charmed." Rhea said with a small smile before joining her brother in greeting other guests.
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"You know, I haven't seen you since.. What? The 1700's?" Lucien questioned as Rhea came out of her own memories.
"There's a reason for that, Lucien." She told the vampire as she sipped her drink.
"Oh, come on now, love. What did I really do that was so wrong?"
"Should we really start counting just how many times you have tried to bed me over the years, love?" She remarked with a smirk, remembering how many times he had tried to take advantage of her when she had been upset over Kol being daggered.
"It's all in the past now, I've got bigger conquests to focus on." The mischievous glint in Lucien's eye didn't sit well with Rhea at all, and the way his smirk didn't falter made her uneasy— vampirism had changed Lucien the most, it was almost sad to see.
"Well, it was nice seeing you Lucien. Take care of yourself." She said as she left, glad that she hadn't run into Klaus himself.
She had a burning question in her brain as she walked back to her apartment— what the hell was Lucien doing in New Orleans?
