Lillyana (Part II)

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(A Continuation of pt.1, go check it out!)

(Oh lord, this is the long part of this chapter. I apologize, but have fun reading!)



Five years, five years it had been since the little girl beat her brother in a fight. Five years since she wore a dress; a formal dress. Now she wore armor and padded clothing, dresses that she could run in and fight in. She influenced herself with Tullian, becoming wild like her mother said. Tariq was groomed to be a well-good lord. By day, he trained himself to be by Hunter's side. By night, he and Lillyana would live their lives. As for Lillyana, she trained to be a warrior during the day, to be a guard for her cousins. 

Now little Lillyana was fifteen years of age, a bright young woman whose beauty almost matched Tullian's. It was autumn when we start this, snow fell lightly as the seasons began to change. Lillyana stood in the courtyard as she waited for her cousin to arrive. She trained with him in the morning, then the rest of her day would consist of working with Tullian. Her blue/green eyes watched the snow fall as she waited, her silver-blonde hair had been braided the night before so that she could fight. 

The cold breathed on the back of her neck as she waited. She wore a padded silver-white vest, over a blue cotton shirt, black trousers, and black boots. In her hand, she held a blunted metal sword; while on her waist a Valyrian steel dagger was sheathed. Snow Scale, that was her dagger's name. It had the paleness of steel as the blade, the handle was white and the pattern was like dragon scales. "My apologies, I didn't know staying in bed a little longer would make me late." Hunter said as he came up in front of her, a blunted sword in his hand. He wore the same thing as her, almost the same. Blue cotton shirt, dark red padded vest, black trousers, and black boots. His dagger was sheathed at his waist; a smile appeared on his face. "It is quite alright. I was just admiring the snow." Lillyana responded to him, she gave him a smile in return. Hunter took his stance; however, he "sheathed" his sword. 

"Play the offensive role." He muttered before she went to strike him, his sword came out as quick as lighting as he blocked his lower body. "If you sheath your sword after your opponent draws their sword, they'll think you a fool. When they go to strike you, show them that they are wrong." Hunter said as they moved back and forth, striking each other. 

At some point, Lillyana knocked Hunter's sword out of his hand. However, she fell to the ground seconds later as his foot came to swipe her feet out from underneath her. She laid on her back in the mud and snow; Hunter kicked her sword out of her hand, his dagger came up to her throat. One of her hands grabbed his wrist, turning it to one side for the dagger to point the other direction, towards his own throat. She smirked at him, pushing his own hand up towards his throat before he flipped it back onto her. 

Finally, Hunter stood up and lended a hand to her. From there, they continued it again until it was stuck in her head. Then Hunter played the offensive role, and she beat him within two minutes max. "Good. On the morrow, we'll work on something else." He spoke to her as they both placed their blunted blades on the rack of practice swords. 

"Come, let's get you fed." He said and offered her a smile, which she returned before they headed inside the castle. In the Great Hall, where the high table sat and the hearth burned the wood, sat Tullian and Tariq. A familiar thing now, familiar faces at the same table. Hunter walked in first then Lillyana; there were no guards in the Great Hall. 

The two direwolves were laying down in front of the table, eating away at the pork that was brought for them. Lillyana watched as Hunter leaned down to pet them both, before he moved behind the table. He kissed his sister on the cheek, sitting down beside her after doing so. Lillyana walked over to her brother, sitting down beside him. Tariq smiled at her, then continued to eat. A servant came by the table with two glasses and a pitcher of water. Another came with two plates of what was being served that morning: crispy bacon, golden-brown biscuits, Myrish oranges, boiled eggs, and hard cheese. 

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