The Crossover

Chapter 1: Elentiya

Disclaimer: While some of these characters are mine, most are property of Sarah J Maas, and the ones I've come up with are inspired by her characters and stories. The pre-existing characters come from her series' Throne of Glass and A Court of  Thorns and Roses.

Elentiya stared into her reflection, fiddling with the stone she used to sharpen her axe. Her long silver hair had been piled atop her head and decorated with strings of small silver beads and green flowers. None of it was her. None of it spoke of the warrior she wanted to be. Only of the queen she was destined to become. The emerald green dress that had been selected for her shone, the pressed satin accented with silver velvet. Elentiya pressed her lips together and said a silent prayer for peace and strength in the hours to come. She'd need it surrounded by so many people, confronted with the courts of other kingdoms. It was a ball for her, to introduce her as the crown princess. The door to her suites opened and Elentiya knew from the soft padding of steps and the way the door gently shut that it was Lyria. She swiveled in her seat to see her 16 year-old sister drifting into the room, wearing a dress of soft pale green flowers. Lyria had inherited their father's emerald-green eyes, while Elentiya had their mother's Ashryver eyes. Blue with a ring of gold. Lyria's kindly face glowed with excitement, and her sheet of silvery-blonde hair rippled down her back, shimmering with sparkles of silver and gold. Lyria had always loved balls and parties, always dressed up in her eagerness to meet a handsome noble and be swept off her feet.
"Tiya, are you ready to pick your crow- oh, you look so beautiful!" Lyria gushed, coming to a stop beside Elentiya's vanity. Elentiya looked up at her little sister, 4 years younger than her after today, and smiled reluctantly.
"I'd feel better if I were being indoctrinated into the army with uncle Aedion, but I like the dress," she said halfheartedly, pinching the fabric between her fingers. Lyria sighed.
"Oh please, do you know how many would kill to be in your shoes right now? You're going to be the next queen of Terrassen. Even Sam wishes he was you right now," she laughed, and Elentiya laughed to think of their brother Sam, whose passion had always been to rule the kingdom.
"Come on, we have to pick out your tiara!" Elentiya allowed herself to be dragged from her seat down to the trove, where she'd select her crown. Her heart thudded at the thought of entering the ballroom with her crown, the crown declaring her the heir to the throne. Lyria's confidence in her didn't help, and Elentiya would've happily let her brother be king in her place. If she wasn't so afraid of disappointing her mother, of course.