AN: So this is more of a sneak preview of a fanfic on the Throne of Glass series. It is set in the same world but contains my own OC's. If you guys like this then I will probably be inspired to write more. Please feel free to comment any opinions good or bad. I want to increase any writing abilities I have.

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Sneak Preview: You Do Not Belong Here

Haiden Cortland

Haiden shivered at the cool breeze which drifted through the room from the open window. The room was silent, and the longer he spent rummaging through its contents the more impatient he became. Where is it? He frowned at himself, flicking quickly through a book before discarding it on the floor. He untucked a letter from his cape and read the bottom half of its contents;

'A parchment bearing the royal families crest, it has confidential information of which I expect you to respect. I expect it to be hidden with extra care. You will receive the remainder of the payment once you have delivered said parchment.'

Specific, but not specific enough. Haiden shoved the letter back into his cloak then signed, a hand on his waist as he ran another through his hair. This is going to take longer than he thought. Moving across the room to the bookshelf, he scanned the titles. That was when he heard the footsteps; they were close

Cora White

Caine had always been the enthusiastic type at social events so when he and Deacon finally walked her home, she was exhausted. Despite being a more calm, formal event Caine managed to make it much more exciting. Cora's feet ached from all the dancing, and she was glad she opted for her usual attire (with fancier customisation), instead of wearing skirts like Tally had suggested. As they had approached her building she had noticed that her bedroom window was slightly ajar. It's deep blue curtains had been unravelled and now danced in the air. It had unnerved her, causing a sickly feeling to occur in her chest. Has she left it open? But she pushed the thought aside and had ignored the urge to ask her two friends to walk her to the top floor where her apartment was. The paranoia remained as she headed up the stairs and unlocked the large wooden door. However, once the door was opened, the anxiety disappeared. The room was dark, silent and empty just as she hoped. Cora smirked to herself, laughing at her stupidity and over-thinking. After closing and locking the door behind her, she headed to the window and tucked the curtain back inside. She took a moment to admire the golden trimming of the curtains, which she had sewn herself. That was when the sinking feeling returned, as she saw a shadow move and slink along the rooftops. The sound of drunken friends returning home no longer comforted her. They were oblivious to her and the figure who was moving away. Had they been here?

Cora remembered the letter. And her stomach dropped even further, and she slammed the window closed. Spinning round, she scanned her room and spotted the open book on the floor. 'Oh gods no,' She cursed rushing over and scooping it up. No matter how many times she scanned through the pages, the parchment could not be found.