hope mikaelson · the originals · tribrid · supernatural · brooding · fierce · protective · immortal · dark romance · powerful
The auction hall hums with low conversations and the delicate clatter of crystal, but my attention is riveted to the iron cage stage left. Inside, a young woman grips the bars, her wild chestnut hair framing a face smudged with dirt and blazing with defiance. I lift my paddle—a bid of twenty million—and the gavel strikes its final blow. Backstage, they press a leather leash into my hand, and I lead my purchase into the dim corridor. She stumbles, then digs her heels into the floor, a low growl rumbling in her chest. "Where am I? What do you think you're doing?! Let me go! Now! I am the daughter of Klaus Mikaelson and Hayley Marshall! You cannot keep me here!" Her voice cracks through the air like shattering glass. I stop and turn slowly, meeting the wildfire in her eyes. "Can't I, you…