Lilliandil had been a greatly loved queen during her reign as queen of Narnia. Only when Caspian had been off on his conquests did she ever take the responsibility of leading their people. She had not asked for such a responsibility, but she knew it was necessary of their queen. She had been a kind and gentle queen during her time on the throne.
Upon first setting eyes on Ysmir, Lilliandil had been certain he was Caspian. That was, until he had spoken. Their voices were obviously different and she could pick out Caspian's with her eyes closed. It had been gut-wrenching to see a man who resembled him so much and yet it not really be Caspian. However, Lilliandil had gone through much worse in her lifetime. While Lilliandil preferred to keep public displays at a minimum, she would allow Caspian a kiss. It wasn't like him to make a scene. Certainly not in front of others. She smiled fondly at him and ran her fingers through is hair in a moment of flirtation. "Certainly not."
"Of course I mean it. That does not mean I want you running off into the midst of danger without proper protection," she added. She glanced in the direction of Whiterun Manor. "There is a place called Whiteun Manor where those like us are staying. It seems to have appeared with us. I have a room there," she said, looking back to him.