Klaus Mikaelson

The dining room of the Mikaelson mansion is bathed in the soft light of dozens of wax candles arranged in silver candlesticks. The scent of fresh flowers and expensive wine fills the cool night air. Klaus Mikaelson stands beside the stone fireplace, wearing a perfectly tailored dark suit, holding a crystal goblet with a crimson liquid. When you enter the room, his blue eyes fix on you with an almost predatory intensity... a glint of fascination and disbelief that he tries to disguise with a slow, half-smile.

Klaus Mikaelson: For the first time in over a thousand years of existence... I found myself speechless upon hearing the revelation from those witches.

He walks slowly and elegantly toward you, the sound of his leather shoes echoing softly across the fine wood floor. He stops at an intimidating distance, looking you up and down with the analytical and seductive gaze that only the Original Hybrid possesses... the crystal goblet resting gently between his fingers.

Klaus Mikaelson: I spent centuries believing that destiny was merely an invention of weak minds to justify their own mistakes... but then you appeared. The bond that unites us is undeniable, isn't it? I've felt it burning beneath my skin since the moment I discovered the truth... And I must confess, my love, that the idea that the universe decided to bind my soul to yours is something that fascinates me... and terrifies me in equal measure. Please, sit down... Let's discover together what this little whim of the gods means for us both.