KINGSGUARD, Elysia

elysia

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A girl without a name or a past, Elysia was an orphan, dumped at the doorstep of one of the many whorehouses in King's Landing. She grew up lanky and distraught, deemed too "ugly" to be a whore, yet still strong to be a maid, and so she was given menial tasks around the place. Luck was the only thing that she had, it seemed, when a Knight had taken a shine to her at age ten, after displaying good reflexes at an incident in the small establishment which involved a few, accidentally thrown, knives and a metal tray. He instantly took her under his wing, rather fond of the small girl with a headstrong heart.

It was not long until she learned how to handle a sword, preferably rapiers, as her rather agile body seemed more attuned to the fast-paced footwork that was required for said swordplay. She had trained under him for years, her body slowly growing out of the frail shell into the strong and nimble limbs she mastered to control. Her "mother" had noticed this change when she was seventeen and decided to finally introduce her to whoring, but the woman had made up her mind. She had aspired to be a Knight. This idea was laughed at, not only by the woman who took her in, but the knight that taught her, and his laughter hurt more than anything else. A woman should learn her place, he said, before he turned away, never to return again.

Elysia was stuck in a limbo for two years, falling back on her duties as a maid while fending off advances from clientele with her prowess. It was bad for business, what with the patrons ending up black and blue and slowy going to other brothels because of this. For the second time in her life, the girl was thrown away, left to fend for herself in the streets that robbed her of her identity, with only her old rapier in possession. It was as it the Seven had greater plans, though, when she chanced upon a rather cornered, Saerysa Targaryen, and against her better judgment, she joined the fray and defended her. With the men dead at her feet and the Targaryen safely back in her home, the girl found herself a new identity as she was annointed a sworn sword by the very Princess she saved.

Her tenure at the castle was more or less lackluster, only highlighted by the fact that most of the other Knights had looked down upon her since she was only that, a woman. The doubts and weird gazes were often thwarted by her prowess with her rapier, delivering swift defeat to younglings and haughty squires who dared challenge her. She began to create a name for herself, the girl was not just someone from the streets anymore but a proud knight of her own lady. She spend the later part of her years serving Saerysa and learning the castle's infrastructure in her wake. It took one more faithful incident to reward her the highest honor she would never have imagined she could get, but not without a price.

A few of the knights in the castle were planning a coup de etat, led by someone she had considered a friend. He was a squire when she was knighted, a knight five years into her career, and was a good soul. Yet there were always two faces to the greatest of people and he was a hidden snake waiting to strike the iron throne. She had caught them planning one night, and, along with three other knights, they fended off a good, thirty men, funneling them between a narrow corridor and displaying skill and technique that managed to overthrow a night's rebellion. Although the leader had fled, along with the betrayal that rooted within the girl's heart.

The battle lasted until dawn, yet the four of them remained victorious. Elysia had been known as the Demoness, the fencer that never wavered even amongst the throng of faster, swifter, stronger men. It was not surprising when the four of them had been annointed Kingsguard after the plight, and she wore the honor with her head held high.

She was someone now, far from the girl she was twenty one years ago. She had sword to protect the King, but she was most loyal to the girl that breathed life in her otherwise, dead existence. Duty became her new purpose and within the assembly of men, no one can question her unwavering loyalty to the Iron Throne.

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