Lillian was raised to be a true lady, and possess the grace of a woman beyond her years...yet in so many ways is still a child. Headstrong and proud, she isn't one to admit her loyalties lie with a horrid family, the Godwin House...not yet at least.
Who are you?: I am the daughter of Graham O'Connel, former guard of the Dragonstone royal guard and present hand to Lord Godwin. My mother, may she rest in peace, gave me the name Lillian after a noble women, Lillian Adine, who was said to have tamed a rouge dragon no man ever could.
Who do you pledge yourself to?: I am betrothed to My Lord, the son of King Godwin. My father has fought both against and beside King Godwin, and cherishes him as a loyal friend. He has allowed us to come to Kingslanding, and live the life we were accustomed to in Dragonstone, so long my father agreed to serve as the hand of the king. I am pledged to King Godwin by the honer of my father.
Where are you from?: Fierce dragons roamed the land, and our people tamed them... at least that is what I am told. I was only an infant when my family was welcomes into Kingslanding, but my fathers pride for Dragonstone never left him. I was born to fire and stone, but Kingslanding is my home.
Bloodline: My father is Graham O'Connel, late knight of Dragonstone and current hand to King Godwin. He married my mother, Valentine Lovegod, who died giving birth to Iva, my sister, seven springs ago.
Age: I have seen sixteen summers, and I am approaching my seventeenth.
I was born in a land paved with stone. Steam rose from the rocks as cool water lapped at the shores. Our home towered above the earth as if it wish to fly.....but these are only stories my mother use to tell me as a child. My earliest memory is playing along the rocky shore of our home in Casterly Rock. The air was thick and smelled of salt as a cool breeze drifted from the sea....but there was a darkness. There was a feeling of anger the seemed to seep from within the walls themselves....a feeling my mother feared until the day she died.
I still remember her small pale body looking so helpless against the large red bed in the chamber her and my father had shared. Iva was expected any day, and despite her being ill...mothers smiled glowed. On the night before she died, my mother called me to her side. I was a child of nine at the time, a flower straining to bloom she would say, and knew little of death. "Lillian," she has said to me ''there is something you must understand. O'Connel's, we honer our word. It may not always lead to the right thing....but we honer our word." As I tried to ask her to explain, she held up her hand "Your father is a good man, and good men most often pay the highest price. There will come a day when a debt will be paid, Lillian, and when that day comes I need to know you will remember where you are from...who you are." Pointing to an iron box that laid beside her bed, she motioned for me to grasp it "These walls, Lillian, they are angry, and although a home presents a certain comfort....it will also try and deceive you.....as will people you will come to meet.....and those you already know. Take this, and show it to no one." Looking down, I noticed it had been sealed....but how was i to open it? " My little fox, that it something I could never answer. This box was giving to me by my mother....as my dreams are telling me to give it to you."We said nothing more, and I kissed my mother goodnight...it would be the last.
Soon after her burial father moved us to Kingslanding where he would serve King Godwin. Not long after our arrival, King Godwin noted on my "rare beauty", fiery hair and sky eyes were never seen in Westeros. A betrothal was proposed between me and the young Lord...and from that day forward I was the future Lady of Kingslanding.
What happened to the box? It laid under my bed, forgotten, until recently...I have begun to have odd dreams. They are always the same. I'm in a unfamiliar place...yet I know it very well. I watch as a young women in peasant clothing climbs to the top of a twisting rock, never once seeming to fear what awaits her at the top. There, sits the outline of a rouge dragon, fierce and deadly....yet she doesn't halt. At the top she rises, and holds out her hand. There, a bright flame appears, which she tosses towards the ground below. One by one she does this until three stones lay scattered.
I follower her as she gathers them, and places them into an iron box placing burning candles around them
Then, as if she can see me, she lifts her hand exposing a small dragon.
Suddenly, a large lion appears and charges the women, but the dragon grows...and a fight erupts
Gathering me in her arms, the women turn away from the battle and takes me to a small stream. Placing me down, she points. When I look down...I always see the same
I awaken, unsure of what the dream is trying to tell me. I haven't spoken a word of this to my father, I'm sure it would only upset him. Anamarie...I and Iva's nursemaid, assures me dreams are nothing to fear, but that I should keep such things to myself. Dreaming of a lion being killed isn't something that would sit well with anyone in Kingslanding.
Extra: Lillian as a small artic fox, which she named Sacha, that has one light brown and one icy blue eye...almost like fire and ice
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