People often see the truth from different perspectives, their narrative of the exact events are often completely different. People would often say, "there's always two sides of a story." But what if there isn't? What if there isn't two sides of the story, but one? Perhaps they were confused to what had happened and their minds were playing a trick on them. Perhaps that their conscious brain cannot processes it but their subconscious can. So what would happen when confusion went away and the truth became clear. Would it be better to continue being in denial or would it be better to face the truth?
Surrounding by his family, Nik glanced around the room, recognizing some familiar faces while other's were completely strangers. He was still confused to what was happening, he knew that Claire had no idea that they were coming and judging by his son's expression he was planning something big. It only made him more curious to what evil plan his son had plan for him, because let's face it. The plan would always be against him, whether he liked it or not.
"Theo seems to be quite popular," Rebekah said offhandedly, glancing at the werewolves by the corner talking to her nephew. She felt as if she had seem them from somewhere but could not say from where.
Nik glances over his shoulder seeing his son talking to some stranger, yet just like this younger sister they've seem familiar but couldn't not say from where. Watching their interaction, Nik could see that the strangers respected Theo greatly. Their head slightly lower as if they were showing their submission: "the boy command respect even when he doesn't want it."
Kol snickered, "he's a tribrid, of course they'll respect him. They'll be damned if they don't. Being the only powerful tribrid in this place, only a fool would try to go against Claire's children."
As he said that, he glance at his wife before eyeing both mother and daughter. Hope looks down rubbing her arm clearly embarrassed while Hailey rolls her eyes. Everyone knew he was talking about them. He had yet forgiven them for their stupid choice of angering Claire and attacking his niece.
"To go against her children is like going against the devil," a voice was heard from behind them. Once their brains recognized the owner of the voice, the Mikaelson clan whipped their heads around.
Their eyes widen in anger and shocked, it was Rebakeh was acted first. "What are you doing here?" she sneered, hating the fact that seeing him made her heart squeeze painfully.
Marcel took a step closer, wrapping his arm around Nik's shoulder making everyone tense, a smirk upon his face. The man didn't glance her way but he replied anyways: "my present to my younger brother," Marcel said, turning his attention to the tribe and werewolves, sounding pleased that Theo liked the werewolves he had gifted them. He knew that Theo was gathering a secret pack for something, though he didn't care what it was for, as long as his younger brother needed something and he was able to give then Marcel would give him and Lottie anything they asked.
Nik tried to throw Marcel's hand away but Marcel dugged his nails inside Nik's shoulder: "don't start a fight, Nik. Claire would be very cross if you mess up her babies party."
Nik froze, anger boiling his blood knowing that Marcel knew about Claire and their children. "If you try to harm them I'll ki--"
Marcel cut him off with a scoffed, "please you can't kill me. Remember you've tried that already and haven't succeeded yet." His eyes quickly glance at Rebakeh before turning to Nik, "You're the easter bunny Nik compare to Claire. No, I'm more afraid of Claire than I'm afraid of you. She'll have my head if I harm her children. Besides, Theo and Lottie could easily kill me without lifting a finger."
Nik and the others didn't like the he had mention them, the way he called their names as if they were familiar with each other. No, it did not sit well with either of them. "What are you doing here, Marcel." this time it was Elijah who asked, his voice stern demanding his intention.
Rolling his eyes, "I was invited," he said removing his arm from Nik's shoulder before showing them the blood red envelope. Their eyes grew confused and shocked when they notice the same seal at the bottom of envelope.
Nik furrowed his brows. Whoever invited him, had also invited them and Claire knew who it was and judging by her reaction and his son, he had an idea who seal it belong too. Glancing at his son, he notice Theo staring at him with a condescending smirk. While Nik was trying to figure out what was happening, Marcel and the other continue the conversation.
"If you gave Theo werewolves, what are you giving Lottie?" Freya asked, trying to understand why and how Marcel knew them.
A slow smirk worked its way across his face, his reply wasn't what they had expected. "New Orleans." His answer shocked them greatly, they stared at him as if he was messing with them but the look on Marcel face wasn't one of a joke. He was actually planning to hand over the city over to Claire's teenage daughter.
"After everything you went through, after all the fighting you're planning to hand it over to a Mikaelson?" Kol's eyes narrowed on Marcel looking at him up and down.
Marcel scoffed at him before looking at them with a sickly sweet smile, "but she's not a Mikaelson, is she?" Before they could answer, he continue: "she's a Forbes. More specifically Claire's daughter. Besides, when Claire decides to hand Theo this bloody town. Lottie will be the odd one out, so I'm giving her her own kingdom." He looked down at Hope and lets out a short but taunting laugh, "Lottie Forbes will be the new Queen of New Orleans."
The silence that wrapped around them was chilling, realization made them want to laugh and cringe at the same time. Marcel was finally getting his revenge on them. By proclaiming Lottie Queen of the place they wanted to take back, they couldn't ... no, they wouldn't be able to do anything about it. Not without going against Claire and if they went against her then they were going against the twins and Beau. Just with those three creatures was enough to kill them. The Mikaelson knew that they weren't powerful enough to go against those three, even if they tried.
Nik glance at Marcel then at his children then at Claire before turning to Marcel. "When did you find out?" Nik asked, his stoic features giving no suggestion of what was on his mind.
Marcel's smirk grew, a dry chuckle escaped his lips: "after finding out about Hailey's pregnancy. I couldn't help but think," he place a finger on his chin eyes mocking Nik with ever word he spoke. "What if she wasn't the only one pregnant? I mean, you did have a fiancée, which by the way, I still can't wrap my head around to why you would cheat on her. I mean look at her," he turned to Claire and Alaric whispering together at the corner.
The glittery red dress perfectly wrapped her body, the deep v-cut in the middle gave the a good balance of elegance and didn't show anything inappropriate. "She's a beauty. A Queen and damn, were you an idiot to lose a Goddess to," he turn to Hailey giving him a blank look, "her."
Hailey clenched her hands in a tight fist, steaming with anger and hate. Even now, she was being compared to Claire. They weren't so different. They both birth Niklaus' children, they both gave Niklaus a tribrid and yet in everyone's eyes she couldn't compare to her. Hailey hated the fact that she would never measure up to Claire.
"It's a shame that I missed her wedding to Stefan, but you know, I was kind busy trying not to die by your hands," Marcel continue not caring that Nik was glaring at him. "Stefan and Claire were prefect for each other. They shared a pure, gentle, genuine love, something not many share." He looked at Elijah and Hailey. He really didn't like those two together, it didn't make sense if he was being honest. But whatever, everyone makes their own mistakes. His eyes glance at Rebekah before shrugging his shoulders.
Marcel turn to Nik, a hand gripping on his shoulder, with a sardonic smile: "speaking of Stefan. It would be a miracle if he'd came back from the dead." His eyes held a glint of dark humor, "you know, too reunite the happy family."
And with that, Marcel left them alone with their thoughts. Their eyes followed Marcel as he made his away towards the twins. They didn't know how to feel as they watched Lottie jumped onto Marcel's waiting arms. Watching her spin around, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead before turning to give Theo a hug.
Marcel motioned his head towards the werewolves at the corner, Theo smirked nodding his head. Clearly pleased with Marcel's gift. Nik clenched his jaw as Lottie pouted and said something to the boys. Marcel laughed at her before taking out an envelope from his pocket. Lottie quickly opened it, reading it twice before laughing out in glee and once again hugged Marcel. Theo and Marcel laughed at Lottie, she turned to her brother letting him read the letter. His eyes flickered towards Hope before turning to Nik, the condescending smirk returning.
Even if Theo didn't say anything out loud, it wasn't hard to know what he wanted to say. The pure evil intention were in his eyes, mocking the hell out of the Mikaelson.