Growing up as one of three royal triplets, the other two being brothers(Tulok and Kana’ti) in a society that looked down upon females was never easy. Even a part of the royal family, her father made sure the princess knew she was lesser. She rarely had anyone to talk to freely, besides Saang. One she would consider a best friend. And the other females of the court feared her because of her family.

Despite this lonely childhood, Glen was able to make due. She was a dreamer among a court of nightmares.

While her brothers were able to train with weapons and learn the finer points of war and running a kingdom, Glen was stuck learning protocol and the roles and duty befitting a female. How to pose herself as a desirable match. How to keep the royal bloodline pure. How to host and entertain potential suitors.

At night, she’d often sneak out to the training grounds and teach herself how to use the weapons her brothers had. And training and physical activity became her greatest joy. Hardly an activity fit for a female, let alone a princess. And one day it backfired. She dared to raise a hand to defend herself against Kana’ti. She paid with several lashes to the back that day. And though the scars were taken away by a healer the next evening(for fear of devaluing her future bride price), she’d always remember.

With centuries of drudgery and the occasional book snuck to her by Kana’ti, their father finally died. This changed little for Glen, other than she had one less punisher. Then a civil war broke out between her brothers. Kana’ti all but dragged her away. Perhaps the lesser of two evils. For the first time, she found herself in a Night Court that was just a teeny bit more relaxed than the climate she grew up in. And she’d never left her love of combat or physical exertion. It just made it slightly easier to sneak out to Autumn Court to join the occasional Wild Hunt. With her gifts of illusion and glamour, she was able to live as the female she’d always dreamed for be: free to be a tomboy, able to have friends, and free to get her hands dirty, fight, and defend herself. Moonlighting as an Autumn Court denizen.

At least, as long as her secret remained safe.

And Glen always had bigger plans in the work, training an elite group of female spies and assassins. Building something better and something she vowed no one in the Night Court would find out about. A better place for those who wished to find it. A court for dreamers.