The story of Leleanda Silkver

You've read the original Books of Throne Of Glass.
Now get ready for the story of an OC.
Leleanda was taken from her mother when she was born, and raised in a family of lies. Once she learns the truth, she murders her so called Father.
Now she is serving a Princess and her brother, the Future king.
Learn her story long before the main characters of the original series were born.


5. Chapter 4: New Beginnings.

5 years had passed. Leleanda had moved from the manor she once called home in the outskirts of Ashfire, and now scanned the streets of the capital. Kingdom Valley. Leleanda changed her life status, she went from assassin, to the first female Captain of The Guard. She was to protect the prince, and the princess. The siblings were her only friends, the only ones she could talk to, and the only ones that knew her secret. Markle, the brother, and prince, vowed to find her father as soon as he is crowned as king, but Camilla on the other hand, was to be wedded off to as soon as a suitor had been decided. They did not mind that she was a Fae. In fact they loved it, she could do magic, which was outlawed in many parts of the country, but not here. Oh no. It was a big thing in the capital. There were even festivals for it.
As night grew upon the streets of Kingdom Valley, the palace was lit up. People dancing everywhere, women in beautiful gowns, and men in the finest dress clothes.
A boy approached the princess, he was decent enough, looked a little nervous. His hair was slicked back, his palms were sweaty and from the state of his clothes, you could tell he was a prince.
“U-Um...excuse m-me your majesty?” Leleanda stared vigorously at him, watching his every move. He was asking her best friend to dance after all. “Ah...will y-you dance with m-me?” he held out his hand. His pale skin was lit up from the lights of the ball. The freckles on his face were adorable, and his brown hair, it was short, but down so neatly. She could tell he was trying.
“Ah...” Camilla looked over at her brother and Leleanda, she just smiled, telling her that she could go ahead. Camilla smiled back and took the princes hand. “Sure” they both strolled away.
The night grew dark and the princess had rejected every prince that asked her to dance, except for the nervous one, who wasn't so nervous any more, they danced for hours.
Leleanda watched, almost bored out of her wits just watching everyone else dance, the prince was to. He slouched in his chair.
“Why haven't you asked for a courtesan yet?” she asked him, he chuckled.
“Because they aren't worth my time. I'm saving the good stuff for the right woman.” he looked at her with a smirk.
“Don't even think about it!” she looked away.
“Oh come on Leleanda! I've tried everything to get to you! Why can't you just give in?” he complained. She growled.
“Because I'm not into spoilt little brats such as yourself, besides...” she looked over her shoulder at him “I...don't know how to do that kind of stuff. I was never taught about that kind of stuff...”
“I know, I know, you were trained to be an assassin.” she looked away. “But still. I know you want me!” she looked back at him with a snarl on her face, and a light blush on her cheeks. He chuckled. “You’re blushing”. She made her hands into tight fists. He saw and backed off.
Markle had given in with the courtesan idea and hired one off to his 'Private Quarters', Leleanda had hidden herself in the corner of the ball room, arms crossed, leg on wall, and countlessly staring at the people around her, waiting for trouble to start so she wasn't so bored. She breathed out a sigh and slightly closed her eyes.

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