4 Words

Lily.

Words.
Words of wisdom.
Words of faith.
Words of love.
Words of life.

She gives and gives and gives, yes the lily does.
"Indilwen, princess of Eyllisathem, how do you do?"
It was a party for the central princess and she did not want to be there.
She curtsied and smiled a small, false smile. "I am well, how do you do sir?"
The man smirked; he was only a suitor just like the rest.

"Excuse me, everyone."
All attention was toward the steps; it was the high queen and the high king. The king was holding the little girl; she was playing with his long white hair.
"We have all gathered here today for a very special reason. It is a celebration of my daughter's birth."
Everyone clapped and both the king and queen smiled.
"Let the festivities commence!"

Indilwen witnessed the high king smile and joy-filled smile. He kissed his wife and child and both beamed youth and love. The little princess squirmed out of her father's arms and disappeared into the crowd.
Indilwen smiled for them and their happiness, but quirked an eyebrow at the little girl's tenacity for freedom.
"Just like me…" She said quietly with a chuckle.
There was a tug on her dress and Indilwen peered down to see the little princess's chubby mocha skinned face and big ice blue eyes.
Indilwen smiled sweetly and the princess grinned back, mouth full of teeth.
She squatted, "Why hello there dear princess, how are you?"
"I am good! My name is Eccaia!" She chirped.
"I am Indilwen, nice to meet you." She held her hand out, "May I take you back to your parents?"
High Princess Eccaia shook her head and wobbled off to another.

Princess Indilwen went through the years working as an advisor until the High King assigned her a task.

Lily entered school along with two others, watching and befriending her task.