I was born to a wealthy Bulgarian family. We were happy. Then I became pregnant with a child, with a man I despised. I gave birth, but my father took my child away to another family. My father hated me.
I was banished to England. I was scared. Alone. No one to turn to. Then I met Niklaus and Elijah Mikaelson. They were lovely to me, and to be fair, very handsome too. But Niklaus soon realised I was a Petrova Doppelgänger, and that all my blood was needed to break the curse that his mother put on him. This was the beginning of a long 500 years, and I'm going to tell you all about it.