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.


7. Chapter 6: A hit And a Punch for Being a Punk.

Leleanda found that prince, in a corner chair, with many women around him, and empty bottles of wine everywhere. Leleanda snarled and came close to him and the women. He saw her and smiled.
“Oh look another little girl for me to take. What can I do for you cutie?” he rose from his seat and stared her in the eye. She growled at the girls, the scattered from him like he was carrying a disease. “That was a little harsh don't you think little girl?” she grinned her teeth at that name. No one called her a little girl. He walked over to her and took a whiff of her scent. “You smell pretty.” he stood behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, she was use to this kind of behaviour from men. She may not know how to love, but she was raised to manipulate the male mind, to give them what they want, then take everything from them. He placed his lips on her neck, slightly kissing her neck, up and down.
“I'll have you know, my lady herself sent me here.” he looked at her.
“Ah yes, the Pretty little Princess. She wasn't that much fun. She didn't want a good time with me. So I sent her off with a little reminder not to mess around with Me.” he slid his hands onto her breasts and started to play around with her. She was getting so temped to cut his priss hands off. But instead she smiled and looked at him.
“She didn't? Did she?” he looked at her returned her with a smile.
“Yeah, she wasn't as interested in me as I thought” Leleanda's smiled faded fast. He licked along her neck, she flinched slightly. She accidentally let out a small and quiet moan. He looked at her and smirked. “You're enjoying this aren't you?” a flash of anger struck her in the head.
“No actually, I'm just trying to keep the peace between our countries” he backed up from her. “Be thankful that your royalty!” she smirked “Because this is all I'm going to do!” she clenched her hand into a fist and threw her fist into his nose, pushing him to the ground. She stormed away. Back to Camilla. Who was in her throne, still crying? The man from before, with the short white hair, was comforting the young princess.


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