The Heir (A Throne of Glass Fanfiction) DISCONTINUED

Oaklynn's P.O.V

A/N: This chapter was edited on July 21, 2024. It is about 450 words before editing. I honestly can't believe this had as many reads as it did. Enjoy!

(2021) This chapter was first written and posted on May 31, 2018. Oh my god why did I ever post this stuff, and how did it get as many reads as it did?
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     When Oaklynn had heard the yelling out in the courtyard, she knew that the males were likely fighting. Her father had always been territorial, and her uncle had never been happy to be seen as 'weaker than' the full fae male.
     She had lead Flame and the twins upstairs, the two boys essentially a guilt trip. She had a very short temper, but she kept it locked down more than her mother's and father's.
     Once her mother was resting, Oaklynn moved off to the library. The large doors opened wide with a wave of her hand, Oaklynn smiling a little as she walked in. The books smelled of old dust and paper, their bindings rough. Oaklynn hummed as she ran her fingers over the spines of the ancient texts, pulling a few books down and moving to one of the old tables.
    Despite her attempts to study, her mind wandered towards Yrene and Chaol's son, Adam, and his sister Flair. They were visiting alongside their parents tomorrow, and Oaklynn smiled to herself.
     She and Adam had been seeing each other behind their parents' backs. She knew that while their parents wouldn't stop their love, they also wouldn't completely support it. Oaklynn was full fae, immortal and all powerful. Adam...was not.
     She was quiet as she put the books away and beaded for dinner, her mother's leg fully healed thanks to the healers they kept in the palace. Elide, Lorcan, and their daughter Dalila ate alongside the family. The girl was about eleven at this point, her long black hair like an ebony night.
     Oaklynn retired to her chambers pretty early in the night, and only when she knew everyone was asleep did she quietly slip out of her room.
     She knew that her parents hated her doing so, but she loved the night. It was peaceful, quiet. No expectations weighed her shoulders down at this point - she was free to be who she truly was.
     Her magic swirled and twisted beneath her skin, waiting to be ready at a moments call.
     She went to her favorite place in the castle - the courtyard. It was the best place to see the stars, the Lord of the North. Oaklynn hummed as she walked, running her hands through the topiaries and kneeling down to smell flowers. They were beautiful - she had once wished to be born with magic over the plants. Although she loved the wind and ice that danced within her veins, she had also loved the flowers and plants that claimed the natural beauty of Terrasen.
     Oaklynn sat at one of the wooden benches that rested along the center garden beds, falling asleep soon. One of the many guards soon woke her, smiling a little.
     "Princess Oak, you should head back to your room for the night. Your father may just kill you if he finds out you aren't in bed." He grinned at her as she sprinted back into the castle, waving quickly. She stopped at her bedroom door, the castle guards who stood there tensing.
     "State your name and buisness, stranger." He hissed in her face. "I'm Princess Oaklynn of Terrasen. This is my room." She snarled back, bearing her teeth as her temper wore thin. His eyes trailing her face and body, before he shook his head.
     "Must be a shifter. I checked on the princess fourty minutes ago, and she was safe and sound."
     Almost immediately two guards grabbed hold of her arms, their hands tight around her wrists. She struggled a bit, trying every move she knew to get out of their hold. Unfortunately, they had been taught by her mother and father themselves.
     "Let me go!" She snarled at them, her legs kicking against their shins. The guards ignored her as they dragged her down the stairs, her magic rising in a wave.
     One of the guards muttered sharply, his eyes dark, almost black as he slammed the pommel of his sword into the side of her head.
     Her vision cracked into sparks, but she stayed awake. "You will all be punished for this, I swear to the gods-!" She snarled, struggling more. Two of the guards forced her to her knees, one speaking up.
     "She does look like the princess, Nox. Are you sure it isn't her...?" One asked. The thin male in front of her shook his head, his black eyes devouring her whole.
     "I'm sure." His sword slammed into her head again, sending her into a deep unconciousness.

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(2018) Authors Note: OHHHHHHHHH CLIFF HANGER! hehehehe what will happen?

A/N: (2024) Okay, so...
     That was a new one. The ending is changed from what it was previously, and I think that it works a lot better. Nox is evil?! What?!
     In all honesty, I think he deserved a bigger part in the series. His little easter egg was a cool thing, though. Dalila is also a new character who didn't exist until now, about 5 minutes ago. I haven't even developed her, and she *might* be my current favorite. Onto the next chapter! (Also, this is about 800 words edited).