Realms of Glory (A Throne of Glass FanFic)

Chapter One

It was a rather peculiar event that took place on the tenth day of April, 2020. It was your average day in quarantine, and Kirsty Chanel was reading, trying and avidly failing to block out the sounds of her neighbours children playing in their garden. She had just finished Sarah J. Maas' Heir of Fire for the third time that week, and was about to set it down to pick up a Court of Mist and Fury, when she found herself in a dark alleyway.

It was much like those of London: stinking of urine, grime and graffiti decorating the walls either side of her. Kirsty glanced around her in a state of shock. Only seconds ago she had been rested on the soft pillows on her bed, reading to her heart's content and quite deliberately 'forgetting' about that slowly increasing list of online school she had to do. And now she was most definitely not in the presence of the small village she lived in, and outdoors with no protection in the middle of a pandemic!

She clutched the book still in her hands to her chest, and walked down the alley, all the while shivering. It was far too cold to be your average English spring- in fact, the temperature felt even colder than an English winter, if that is even possible. Kirsty cursed her lack of footwear as she sliced her heel on a rock; but still she limped along, following the sounds of what seemed to be a market.

She had almost reached the end of the alleyway, when Kirsty felt something warm oozing down her front, and then noticed the sharp pain on her neck. The cold edge of a dagger rested upon her throat, only slightly drawing blood.
"Scream and you die, little 'un." She felt tendrils of air brush against her, coming from the male voice behind her.
"You're coming with me." He whispered, and began to retreat away from the hubbub in front of them, dragging Kirsty with her. At that point, Kirsty recalled what Celaena Sardothien had said to Yrene when she taught her of self defence, it was something about if they take you from where you were, you would die.

In a sudden spur of bravery, she pressed her hand against the dagger in place of her neck, and dug her teeth into the hand holding it. Her hand stung as the knife dug in, but still Kirsty elbowed her way out of the man's grasp, going for the eyes. She gouged at his glacier blue eyes, grimacing at what she was doing, and let out a scream, yelling at the top of her lungs that she needed help.

A young male figure pounced upon Kirsty's potential capture only moments later, and as the man tried to retreat into the shadows, two uniformed people - a man and a woman - ran past her and restrained the man.
"What shall we do with him your majesty?" The woman asked, looking towards the young man who had come running to aid Kirsty.
"Bring him to the palace dungeons," he said solemnly, "a trial awaits him." Turning towards Kirsty, he questioned, "What is your name?" He looked directly into her eyes, his gaze only dropping to inspect the wound upon her neck.

Your majesty

The words ran through Kirsty's head, and in her state of shock she staggered, and fell, only to be caught by this prince of some sort. And that's when she noticed it: his eyes. They were of the most shockingly vibrant blue, ringed with gold - they were Ashryver eyes.