Lilyanna Lannister (lilyanna) wrote in agos, @ 2008-11-10 13:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | lilyanna lannister, sindra, william stark |
Who: Lilyanna, ?
When: Day 62, Morning
Where: The godswood.
Status: Open.
Rating: PG
Lilyanna had never had the stomach for a public execution. Being from one great house and married into another, she had seen a fair share and while she understood the logic, she did not feel the need to bear witness if it was not called for her to do so. Praise the gods old and new that she had not been born her father's heir. Though perhaps if she'd been a boy, it would have been different.
This godswood was nothing compared to the godswood at Winterfell, and she knew it. Still, whenever she visited she felt closer to something inside her that was neither Stark nor Lannister, but completely nameless. Even if it was annoyingly silent now -- it was as though she no longer knew herself.
She sat in front of the heart tree, her skirts arranged around her and staring back at the eyes that stared at her. Usually she knew what to say and ask the gods for, but she was strangely mute in her mind this morning. Mercy, for those who were to die this morning, surely. Man's judgment could be flawed, but gods knew the hearts of men and women and knew all the black marks on their souls. Beyond that, all she thought was conflicted. Prayers that Tyrith would see their family through the dangerous game they were now all playing clashed with prayers that Will, Kaelyn, and all their children be kept from falling. Her wishes that her children be happy and healthy seemed less of a certainty and almost too much to ask for when she knew other mothers would be losing their children.
She shifted her legs out from under her, and shivered slightly before pulling her cloak around her more tightly. There was no snow or even frost on the ground yet, but it certainly could not be that far off.