The Mad King
For a thousand years, he ran from his father. He kept his family going with a vow to togetherness. Severed countless heads, plucked out hearts, got his heart broken, made enemies in every corner, never found happiness. He ran and ran without knowing what he was running towards. From time to time, he reinvented himself. Sometimes he was an artist, some days he played music. He was a wolf under the full moon and a vampire on other bloody nights. They called him an Original, a name to be feared of, a legacy to be honoured. But his everlasting run made him only the Mad King. Mad he was, King he was too. He had run long enough now to reach his princess. Everything had led him to his redemption, his sacrifice, his Hope. Even the fate failed to handle the end of this journey. Klaus Mikaelson - once the most frightful beast, now a frightened father longing for his daughter. So it ends, the tale of mad king - broken yet not fallen, tortured yet redeemed.