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.


19. Chapter 18: A Sad Memory.

As the lights blinded her, Leleanda awoke to something holding her tightly. Cornelius, hugging her, holding her, she could feel his breath on her face. His body was hard, but soothing. She smiled. Cuddling into his chest, his masculine arms holding her tighter every minute. She gave him a gentle kiss, start woke him up. “Leleanda! Your okay?!” he sat up holding her shoulders. “I'm fine” she smiled carefully. She placed a hand on her stomach. He looked at her, and smiled. “Thank the gods”. ~ The next morning, Cornelius awoke to find he was alone, Leleanda wasn't by his side. He began to panic. Springing himself out of bed. He raced down the stairs while putting his shirt on. There she was, sitting with one of the children from the village. “Leleanda?” she looked at him and smiled, a woman, with a very long black plat, down to her knee's and hung over her shoulder, her complexion was pale, with freckles over her nose and cheeks, and her eye's, were a summerset blue. She looked over her shoulder at Cornelius, and smiled. “Good morning” she said, her voice was soft, and quiet. Leleanda was sitting in a chair, watching the little girl playing on the floor. The girl was only little, she had just learnt how to crawl. She had brown hair, that came down to the back of her neck, she was chubby but adorable, her skin was tan, unlike her mother, and her eyes were green. “She's beautiful” Leleanda smiled at the woman. She smiled back. “She is isn't she? She looks like her father though” the woman's smiled disappeared. “Where is her father if I may ask?” the woman looked at her feet, and hung her head low. “In Endovier” Leleanda's face went white with shock, this poor child's father was in a death camp. “What did he do?” the woman shook her head and wiped away her tears from her cheek's. “He was innocent, he was framed, and thrown into Endovier for no reason, he wasn't even proven to be part of the crime that was commited” the woman leaned against the dark wooden bench behind her, a knife was on the bench with some apple that she was cutting up for the little girl. “It was a day like any other”; The sun rose from the hills, the light shined through the stone window. Hitting the dark skin on a man's face, making him flutter his eye's open. He rolled over to face away from it, and instead into the face of a pale, beautiful woman he loved dearly. He sat in a chair holding onto his newborn baby girl in his arms, gently rocking her. Her mother was standing at the cooking pot, making breakfast for her and her husband, with a wide grin on her face. They were happy. The woman was feeding her child, and her husband was carving into a bit of wood, a true craftsman, he finished the last carving shred and blew it off the little Fae doll. He handed it to his child after she was burped, she held it in her little, stubby hands and giggled. A loud bang was on the wooden door to the house, the pair looked at each other, the husband walked over to the door, and opened it with care. “Edward Waterman! Your under arrest for the Murder of Elizabeth Shallwerth!” A group of guards dragged him down outside, onto the ground. His face in the dirt, the woman ran outside holding her child in her arms with shock written all over her face. “I'd rather not remember that day!” she looked at the pair with tears on her face, and red cheeks and eye's. She walked over to the little girl and picked her up. “It's time for Carla to have her breakfast”. Leleanda looked at Cornelius. Her heart filled with dread and sorrow.
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