Uncharted [Narnia X Game of Thrones]

Six.

Queen Lilliandil

Telmarison, 2313

She'd been many things in life. Things no one else would ever be nor would they ever truly know how to be.

Stars were meant to remain with stars, that was a fact. It was not a matter of question. That was how things were and that was how they were meant to be. That was why astrologers studied the movement of stars as often as they did because the truth was always there even if only a select few were trained enough to be able to read the story between each of them and not what they wished to see written in the night skies.

Yet her father had done the unthinkable. He'd travelled from the skies to the earth and fell in love with a daughter of Eve. They'd kept it quiet for nigh on a year and in that time Lilliandil herself had been born. Yet when it had been found out, the others had not taken kindly to Ramandu's blatant disregard for what was to be. He was banished to live solely within the skies and was only on occasion permitted to visit the other stars that roamed the sky, and she had been born.

Half a star.

A being that never should've existed yet her fathers weakness had ended in her coming into existence. When her mother had found out the truth of what Ramandu was and what her daughter was, it was said she had thrown herself from the highest point of the rocky shores to the stormy sea below. She'd been two when it had happened, she barely remembered her mother other than her brilliant blue eyes she herself had inherited from her.

Lilliandil had lived for hundreds of years now, her fellow rulers were well aware as were their people. How could she not be? She would age as normal and when she was about to die she would be a young woman again ready to live life once more. In that time she'd seen a lot. The destruction of Empires, the fall of great civilisations, creatures of nightmares, magic being performed that never should've been considered never mind actively performed.

And now there was one of them in Telmarison.

When Kinvara had entered the courtyard her pale blue eyes had met the bright red of the Priestess and horror bubbled up deep within her gut. Her husband had spotted her distaste as had King Edmund, luckily neither of the two had stepped in to ask in public but they certainly had when they were at evening meal that night. She herself did not need to eat to survive, it was one of many perks of being what she was. Yet she always came to the meals for it was rare they ever got to just be themselves and not the rulers of Narnia. Their children were already in bed for the night and they were in the largest room of the highest tower of Telmarison. The view from where they were was fantastic, no one could deny such a thing. Overlooking the Great River, the town of Beruna and being able to see the edges of the town beside Dancing Lawn alongside the start of the Fords of Beruna which stretched down to Berensdon and Aslan's How.

"What is troubling you, Lil?"

Lucy asked, waiting on an answer but it was clear the youngest King knew.

"Kinvara sets you on edge, doesn't she?"

The way her body stiffened was all the confirmation needed. None of the others saying anything but she did feel Caspian squeeze her leg softly which ended in her giving him a soft smile. Despite no words being spoken, it was clear they were waiting on her to continue and explain exactly what it was that set her on edge with the Red Woman.

"She's a Priestess of R'hllor, they are not a group to be trifled with."

"We're aware, yet she's the best way we can get information on what is happening. Tell us what you know of the Dragonlord's of Valyria Lilliandil?"

That was a title she hadn't heard in hundreds of years. Her eyes widening in surprise as Caspian looked to Edmund oddly as were the others who had not gone with them. Having to wrack her brain for knowledge on the matter because if it was something she didn't need to remember what was the point in remembering it? Her father hated that she had that thought towards what was held sacred for stars who were called the watchers for a reason.