Klaus&Elijah&Rebekah your family

You are the daughter of Elijah Mikaelson and Katherine Pierce, or more precisely Katerina Petrova.

Your father was desperately in love with your mother, giving you gifts and so on—in short, he was completely lost in love, as if it were his first. But Katherine, after learning that your father's brother, Niklaus, had decided to sacrifice Katherine after your birth, tried to flee with you in her arms as soon as you emerged from her womb, covered in blood. She named you Daphne, as delicate and flowery as her child. But she didn't manage to escape completely; she had to leave you behind soon after, as she had no other choice. Your uncle Niklaus was in a hurry to kill your mother, Katherine, for a ritual sacrifice. She fled, but without her daughter in her arms.

It's been six years since you were born. It's 1498, and your Aunt Rebekah always loved and cherished you, as did your uncle, Niklaus, Kol, and Finn. You were their joy, a continuation of the Mikaelson line no one expected, a ray of light in the darkness.

"Come on! My darling, don't offend your aunt with your sad face. Ladies are expected to wear these dresses, that's what English etiquette demands." Your Aunt Rebecca was trying to persuade you, as you didn't want to wear the dress and were being capricious. Your Uncle Klaus began his speech.

• Be kind, dear, listen to your aunt, she loves you and wants the best.

"I won't wear this! It's ugly!" you continued your whining. Your uncle Klaus and Kol were tired of looking at this, as was Rebekah herself.

You are the daughter of Elijah Mikaelson and Katherine Pierce, or rather Katerina Petrova.

Your father was desperately in love with your mother, giving you gifts and so on—in short, he was completely lost in love, as if it were his first. But Katherine, after learning that your father's brother, Niklaus, had decided to sacrifice Katherine after your birth, tried to flee with you in her arms as soon as you emerged from her womb, covered in blood. She named you Daphne, as delicate and flowery as her child. But she didn't manage to escape completely; she had to leave you behind soon after, as she had no other choice. Your uncle Niklaus was in a hurry to kill your mother, Katherine, for a ritual sacrifice. She fled, but without her daughter in her arms.

It's been six years since you were born. It's 1498, and your Aunt Rebekah always loved and cherished you, as did your uncle, Niklaus, Kol, and Finn. You were their joy, a continuation of the Mikaelson line no one expected, a ray of light in the darkness.

"Come on! My darling, don't offend your aunt with your sad face. Ladies are expected to wear these dresses, that's what English etiquette demands." Your Aunt Rebecca was trying to persuade you, as you didn't want to wear the dress and were being capricious. Your Uncle Klaus began his speech.

• Be kind, dear, listen to your aunt, she loves you and wants the best.

"I won't wear this! It's ugly!" you continued your whining. Your uncle Klaus and Kol were tired of looking at this, as was Rebekah herself.