i haven't had the chance to fully plan out this fic yet, but i know where i want to go with it, eventually, and i love love love writing this one, because anyone that knows me, knows that i have a serious weakness for royalty au's. also, my inspiration is being drawn from captain swan, so you'll see a lot of similarities.

i'm pretty sure you'll get this but for the record flashbacks in the enchanted forest are in italics.

anyways, hope you all enjoy this one.

Caroline is quite sure she shouldn't be kissing him back, but he tastes so good, and he is an exceptionally good kisser. His kisses were the perfect combination of rough and soft, and his red lips were dominating as they seized hers. They move slowly against his, until he apparently has enough of the pace, and she finds herself underneath him once more, with his lips moving roughly against her own.

She feels his growl, as he groans into the hot cave of her mouth when he encourages her legs to part, and he finds her wet, and wanting. For him.

She doesn't know how he does it, but he suddenly has her legs wrapped around his waist, with his cock pressing against her.

She groans, as he pulls his lips away from her, and he's got a smug smirk on his red lips, as his blue eyes gleam down at her. She glares right back at him, though it lacks heat, and honestly, with the feeling of him, sliding against her slit, and hitting her clit with every move, she's completely forgotten what it is they were arguing about, and damn him, because he knows that.

His blue eyes are doing that intense thing again and her eyebrows furrow slightly.

"Klaus-"

She cuts herself off on a broken gasp, and her back bows, as he slides into her in one smooth and rough thrust.

His arm slides under her hips, just as her back arches, and she groans, as he pulls her more firmly into him. He angles her hips just so that his pubic bone hits against her clit at every movement of his hips, and the slide of his cocks stretching her is enough for her to scream out his name.

Her eyes flutter shut, as he pulls out, ever so slowly, and she grits her teeth, until he thrusts back in one rough thrust. He starts a perfect rhythm that has her arms reaching above her head until she can clench her fingers around the pillow at her head, needing something to hold on to, something to anchor herself to. She knows the motion pushes her breasts out further into his eyesight and she lets her lips twist up at the audible breath he lets out.

She groans when he leans across her body, his hips snapping into hers enthusiastically still, and his mouth is suddenly enclosing around her left nipple.

A high-pitched groan of "Klaus", falls from her lips, as she arches her back more, and pushes her breast more firmly into his mouth, sighing in pleasure when his hand comes up to palm the neglected breast. She feels his teeth scrape across, and his head tips to the side slightly, and she swears she knows that his eyes are open, and staring up at her.

His pace suddenly speeds up, and she lets one arm drop down to his side, her hand reaching around his muscular back until she dig her nails into his back, and it's very satisfying, when she knows she's leaving red marks.

She has a feeling he's close, as the rhythm he's set stutters, but she doesn't mind, not if he keeps moving like that.

So, when his fast pace slows down, and he's suddenly pulling out of her, she could growl in frustration.

Her eyes flash open, and her teeth are bared, as she gets ready to shout at him.

"That's better," he murmurs, and she watches as he thrusts back into her wet, awaiting heat once more.

His teeth gleam in the dimly lit room, and she lets out a high-pitched noise that she swears didn't come from her, when her gaze drops down to where they're joined, when Klaus' thumb presses against her clit, and her eyelashes flutter.

"Eyes on me," he tells her, demands really, and though she doesn't appreciate his tone, her eyes flash up to his, providing he keeps moving so sinfully against her, she's quite sure she'd do anything he'd ask.

So, she does, and she gives him a slightly frantic nod.

He smirks right back, and she can feel his fingernails digging into the soft skin of her ass as he pulls her to the edge of the bed, stroking inside of her with perfect thrusts, though she keeps her eyes on him this time, even if she desperately wants to close them and get lost in the pleasure.

Her legs hitch up higher on his waist, and she rocks right back against him, grinning between a clenched jaw when she sees his eyes darken, as they stare down at her, and she feels him vibrate inside of her, and her walls clench around him in response.

He groans, and she watches as the muscles in his neck tighten, as he holds back.

"Good girl," he breathes out. "That's it, my princess. Come for me."

And she'd punch him for the possessive tone in his voice, but he's pushing into her once again, and the thumb on her clit is all she needs as she clenches around his cock, a loud groan leaving her, as he continues rocking against her, drawing out her climax and causing his.

"Caroline," he groans out, and she watches with rapped interest, as he thrusts inside her twice more, his head snapping back, as his eyes screw shut, seemingly lost in his own pleasure.

A few seconds later, he pulls out of her, and collapses against her, his head dropping to her chest.

She smiles, despite herself, as she breathes heavily, and her hands reach up so she can curl her fingers through his hair, soothingly.

She feels him breathing hard against her chest, and she lets out a smirk of her own, at how wrecked he looks when his head snaps up towards her, and she raises a perfect eyebrow. He merely shakes his head and lets shoots her his own smile. It's genuine, though, and she's surprised at that, for some reason (though she's not sure how she knows that it's genuine).

They both manage to shuffle on the bed, until she can rest against the pillows, and Klaus drops beside her with a groan.

She turns on her side, just as he twists towards her, and he reaches out towards her, until he can rest his arm on her hip. He tugs her towards him, and she goes with a humph. His hand travels down to her thigh, and she ignores the rush of arousal it sends through her, as he wraps it around his waist, and he lets out a hum of approval.

"Much better," he tells her.

She merely raises an eyebrow in response.

"Anything else you'd like, your majesty?" she asks him, mockingly, and then she freezes at the statement because without even realising it, she'd come right back around to the topic of conversation before.

Klaus, for his part, barely acknowledges the statement, and he shrugs.

"A shower wouldn't go amiss," he tells her, his lips curling up. "Perhaps you'd like to join me? There is that one spot you can never reach, after all."

With a cheeky grin, he hops off the bed, naked in all his glory, and he makes his way to what she assumes is his bathroom. She's left staring right after him.

God.

That man gave her whiplash.

It would be a shame to let the opportunity go to waste, though...

-/-

Caroline's sort of nervous for this meeting, though she's not sure why. Well, of course she is. Her father had made it very obvious that she should be on her best behaviour for this meeting, and that the hopeful alliance with Camelot was of huge importance to Misthaven or The Enchanted Forest, as some call it, due to it's use of magic.

She's not nervous to meet him, though.

Prince Niklaus is... an asshole, to say the least. One she has no interest of being with.

Though, she knew she didn't have all that much choice in the matter. Not if her father and King Ansel had decided that's what was best.

Still, she promised to be on her best behaviour, and she even wore her favourite ballgown. Though, Caroline personally thought that Ansel would want to ensure the same for his son. Some in her kingdom even referred to him as a pirate.

And here she was probably engaged to him, and stuck with him for the rest of eternity.

"Prince Niklaus. I'd like you to meet my daughter, Prince Caroline of Misthaven."

Caroline's head snapped up when she heard her name, and she saw King Ansel, with his son walking towards them.

She's surprised when Niklaus is the first one to step forward, and her eyes widen slightly at his appearance. He'd grown, almost impressively so, in the years that he'd been away, that she hadn't seen him, and he looked older now, more king-like, as the days went past.

His eyes were blue, so blue, as they always had been, but there was a sense of wisdom and experience in them that weren't there before. She almost envies him, for that. There, he could go exploring, and she was stuck to the confinement of her kingdom. His lips were red, and her eyes were immediately drawn to them, and when she looked, she couldn't look away. That, and from his very adorable dimples.

She hears a cough, and someone calling her name.

Her cheeks are red, when her head snaps to the side, to see her father glaring at her.

"My apologises," she coughs, and she feels her skin burning, as she drops down into a bow, as the social norm.

Prince Niklaus has a smirk on his lips, as he looks at her.

"No apologies necessary, Princess," he tells her, and god, she'd forgotten that he had such an accent.

He looks smug, though, and she'd glare if she could. Being as it was, she gritted her teeth, and forced a smile onto her face, her head bowing slightly.

She hears Ansel talking to her father, as Prince Niklaus reaches for her gloved hand. He brings it up to his mouth, until his lips can brush across her knuckles, but his eyes never leave her face and there's mischief in them, that makes her feel unsteady.

"Princess," he repeats her title once more, "It is a pleasure to meet your acquaintance."

She bends down into a courtesy once more.

"Likewise," she mutters, ignoring the glare her father shoots her, once more, at her less than acceptable response.

Niklaus' lips twitch, but his head turns to speak to her father.

"Your majesty," he greets. "I was wondering if I might escort the Princess around the grounds whilst you and my father settle the business you've been working on?" he speaks confidently, but his voice also raises at the end, indicating the question, as he smiles at the king.

Her father blinks twice, but he looks very happy with the news, because he's nodding enthusiastically.

Why wouldn't he be, though? She knows he's been wanting this, from the moment he first told her they were visiting, because if they marry, it means he gains control over more kingdoms than he already has, and if he loves anything. It's power.

And because she's his princess, and a woman, she'll have to do what he wants.

"Of course. That's such a fantastic idea."

Honestly, her father is such a traitor, because can't he see how uncomfortable she is?

But nevermind, if it will gain him more power, he probably won't care. As always.

She blinks up at Niklaus as he nods at her father, and then his, before he turns back to her, offering her his elbow.

"Shall we?" he requests, his eyes sparkling, as his dimples show.

And despite his arrogance, she finds herself taking his elbow anyway, and allowing him to whisk her away.

"We shall," she confirms.

He smirks, and she lets him walk her away, their parents waiting behind them.

He was still a smug asshole, though, no matter if he'd grown up some, and gained some maturity. She had a feeling it was less on the maturity, more on the experience, though.

But how bad could it be, because he was leaving in a few days, after the business between Camelot and Misthaven was settled. Right?

so, whew! there that one goes.

did you like it? did you have a favourite part or line? let me know what you think in a review!

- shauna.