Leila Lannister was the devoted child, the one who surrendered youth for a life she didn't wanted and joy for all the heartache in the world. How will she survive her devotion?
'In the annals of our family history, there is one figure who stands above all others—a beacon of strength, compassion, and unwavering devotion. She was not a queen by birth, nor was she a warrior renowned for her prowess in battle. Instead, she was a woman of quiet dignity, whose love and sacrifice shaped the destiny of our house in ways that words alone could never fully capture.
My mother, Leila, was the heart and soul of our family—the pillar upon which our fortunes rested, and the guiding light that led us through the darkest of times. From the moment I drew my first breath, her love enveloped me like a warm embrace, nurturing and protective, a shield against the harsh realities of the world.
In her eyes, I saw the reflection of my own hopes and dreams—the promise of a future filled with possibility and endless potential. She believed in me when I doubted myself, offering words of encouragement and wisdom that echoed in the chambers of my mind long after they were spoken.
But it was not just her words that left an indelible mark upon my soul—it was her actions, her unwavering commitment to our family's well-being, that truly set her apart. In times of crisis, she was calm in the midst of the storm, a steady hand guiding us through the tumultuous waters of uncertainty.
When my sister Visenya fell in battle, it was her embrace that offered solace amidst the sea of grief that threatened to engulf us all. Her tears mingled with our own, a silent testament to the depth of her love and the pain of our shared loss.
And when my brothers and I set forth to seek vengeance upon those who had wronged us, it was her blessing that we carried with us—a silent prayer for our safe return, whispered in the quiet moments before dawn.
But perhaps her greatest legacy lies not in the grand deeds of valor or conquest, but in the quiet moments of everyday life—the laughter shared around the dinner table, the warmth of her smile as she welcomed us home after a long journey, the gentle touch of her hand as she brushed away our tears.
In the tapestry of our family history, my mother's thread shines brightest—a testament to her enduring love and the indelible mark she left upon our hearts. And though she may no longer walk among us, her spirit lives on in every beat of our hearts, every breath we take, a guiding light that will never fade.'
– Preface of Chapter VII of White Queen; Maester Maekar
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