♛ ADELAYNE HILL
↳ details; Female, 20, b. 485 AC ↳ status; Heretosexual, unmarried, childless. ↳ faceclaim; Gabriella Wilde ↳ hails from; Casterly Rock, Westerlands ↳ loyalty; House Lannister
↳ position; handmaiden to queen rhaena lannister ↳ religion; Faith of The Seven ↳ spoken languages; Common Tongue ↳ reason for being in sunspear; has accompanied Queen Rhaena Lannister as her handmaid and hopes to continue to search for a way to get to know the rest of her family.
♛ PERSONALITY
↳ type; ENFJ ↳ alignment; Lawful Good. ↳ star sign; Cancer ↳ positives; Curious, warm-hearted, committed, obedient, talkative ↳ negatives; naive, impulsive, secretive, paranoid, unpolished
♛ BIOGRAPHY
↳ family lineage.
Adelayne was born at the cusp of a long, plentiful summer. She was conceived in secret, the child of some polished lord and mystery midwife within the walls of Casterly Rock. Her mother’s cries could be heard throughout the cavernous walls of the castle, their echoes evident that she would not survive her time on the birthing bed. Mere hours after her bastard child was born, she closed her eyes just as Adelayne opened her own. Yet Adelayne would not grow up in the halls of the castle itself, as her mother had been promised. Instead, she was whisked away in the night — delivered into the waiting arms of a septa.
The speta was one of many who ran a home for orphans and foundlings in the shadow of the Rock nor far from Lannisport. With their guidance, she had a rather simple childhood. It was there that Adelayne would receive something of an education, and live until she reached the age of twenty. While simple for those of her rank, her early years were still something a bit wild, constantly stealing away with the other children to chase each other through The Westerlands’ capitol. They would sun themselves on the docks of Lannisport, and as the sun sunk below the water to bathe the world in hues of orange and pink, they would leap off the low cliffs of the Rock with noble ( including her dearest friend, Miranda Clegane) and low born children alike. But as she grew older, the Septas began to reign them in. Soon enough, their days of play were behind them. Adelayne would spend her mornings studying the Holy books, her afternoons cooking — though she’d never been any good at it — and cleaning for the other orphans. The septas had always been kind to them — but though kind, they were always stern and quick to discipline. They claimed to do the Mother’s work, caring for children who had no families to call their own. It was their duty to prepare them to go out into the world. Most of her childhood friends would begin to enter that world as they reached their teenage years, to seek glory, wealth, or work. Yet Adelayne — though desperate to join them — could find no reason good enough to walk out of the only home she’d ever known. Instead, she accepted that she would live with the septas the rest of her days. The septas and their septor seemed pleased with the idea, and soon enough reading the Holy books began to take up larger and larger chunks of her once playful days.
Adelayne would join them, and commit her life to the Seven. For it was they who had been her family when she had none. She would follow the ways of healing, one day conceal her hair, and perhaps tutor a lord or lady in the ways of court. Yet, everyday, the girl with sunshine in her hair and two drops of cloudless sky in her eyes prayed for a sign. A sign that might lift her from her simple life, and sweep her away into something so much more.
But despite her prayers, soon the once playful child became an obedient young woman, through her curiosity and joyful nature would always rest just underneath her pious exterior. At times, she would still find herself dipping her toes into the ocean at sunset, gazing up at the Rock she’d grown up below. It was at those times that her mind would wonder. Thinking of her family — not the septas, not the septor — that might still be out there. Might miss her, or wonder where she was, or even regret giving her up. She would sit and wonder why she had two names rather than one, and why she was even called the bastard name Hill when the septas refused to tell her what lord was responsible for it.
It was these thoughts that swirled in her mind as she neared her 20th name day, and when the death of Lord Tristifer Lannister reached her ears — in a way she had not expected. Circling her way back to the girls’ quarters after a midnight prayer, Adelayne passed a tightly closed door, halting when she heard whispers seeping through the aged wood. As she found the hole in the stone to peer through, her life would forever change.
Poor girl, the septor was saying with a click of his tongue. The septa in the room heaved a heavy sigh, candlelight licking shadows over her aged face. It does not matter now, I suppose. Adelayne will be one of us — she does not need to know. Not to do her duties here. What they meant, Adelayne didn’t understand. What did she not need to know? What were they hiding? Hours later when the conversation finally quieted, She pushed into the room and found a fresh scroll open on the desk. The scroll that gave the truth of her birth. She was the daughter of the late Lord of Casterly Rock — and the septas who had raised her had kept it from her for her entire life… by his orders. He funded the foundling home, made sure it was protected — and would continue to do so in death, so long as his daughter was safe. But Adelayne didn’t feel safe, surrounded by so many lies. After years of praying, she knew in her bones that that was the sign she’d been praying to appear.
Never in her life had Adelayne broken the rules. She was the picture of perfection — obedient, and careful. But not that night, when she snuck into the septa’s chamber and frantically read the scrawling black ink that revealed her to be the last born child of Tristifer Lannister. Without so much as a second though, she stuffed the scroll into her pocket and collected meager belongings and prepared to make her way for King’s Landing, where her brother — she had a brother — sat on the Throne, where her family now ruled. It would be a month before she finally made it to the capitol, a week later before she found work within the Red Keep’s kitchens. There, she found herself waiting to find the right moment. But how can she — a septa in training turned kitchen wench — get a moment alone with a King?
Yet, the surprise of meeting her family came far quicker than she expected. Having found work in the kitchens, Adelayne had been under the impression she would never be able to do anything more than watch them from afar. To her shock and delight, she and the queen crossed paths within the kitchens on a late night when both of them should have been long asleep. Shortly after, the bastard girl quite literally found herself face to face with her eldest brother, helping watch over her nephew when his wet nurse needed to step away. The meeting was not what she had expected, but all the same — her sister in law had become a close confidant, and her brother Arryk at least had seen her face, despite the fact that the secret of her birth remained her own.
Adelayne quickly found her life changing from humble and quiet to exciting — and, at times, frightening. Shortly after unofficially meeting her brother and his wife, disarray began to sweep through the streets of the capitol with the arrival of the Dothraki Horde, and when the riots broke out during one of her errands for the Keep’s kitchens, Adelayne had no choice but to duck into a tavern known as the Broken Axe. To her horror, she was wrenched backwards by a slimy lowborn — a man quite literally called the Rat — who intended to take advantage of her with the riots as a distraction. She was sure her life would soon come to and end, yet a stranger came to her aid, later identified as the king’s master blacksmith.
This blacksmith, too, quickly became a friend that Adelayne found herself relying on more and more. Both bastards from high born families — yet the truth of her own noble parent still kept to herself — Adelayne found herself comfortable around Morrec Clegane despite his crude humor and lack of manners. The blacksmith proposed she accompany him to the Tyrell Harvest Ball instead of working the event, and to this day she considers the ball one of the most wonderful nights of her life, between eating sweets under tables and dancing the night away with her fellow bastard. The night led Adelayne to realize she might think of the blacksmith as more than just a dear friend, especially after he once more came to her aid after more unrest led to the burning of a Flea Bottom bakery, where Adelayne was quite literally caught in the crossfire.
During the kidnappings that lead to the splitting of the Seven Kingdoms, Adelayne was met with a mixture of horror and resentment that she managed to keep mostly hidden away. Those taken she wished out of harm’s way and back into safety, yet, at the same time, she found herself plagued with worry. What would become of her brothers and sister should the kingdoms never reunite? Of Rhaena and Aemos? Even with the tournament and it’s intent to bring ease to the masses, Adelayne found herself resentful of the fact that there was nothing she could do. Angry and upset that her father’s acts of not allowing her to grow up with her family had resulted in her being unknown to them, and keeping her in the foundling home had left her naive and blind to the world around her. This anger — and a little too much wine — lead her to do the wrong thing for the second time in her life. Adelayne accidentally revealed her secret to Morrec, and though she trusts him wholeheartedly, still worries there will be consequences of her impulsive actions. With Morrec departing for Pentos shortly after, Adelayne found her worry growing, but as she grew closer to Rhaena, she found her life settling into a comfortable routine in the wake of all the chaos. With the queen suddenly becoming bedridden, Ade was able to convince he Keep’s cook to allow her to bring the queen her meals personally. Bringing food quickly turned to simply keeping her company as she healed, and when one of Rhaena’s handmaidens was married, she personally offered the position to Adelayne. She still can’t thank the Seven enough — and the Summit in Sunspear bings the promise of new opportunities. Still new to the idea of being a handmaiden even four months later, Adelayne has made a vow to herself to do everything in her power to prove herself useful to her sister-in-law so that she may remain in her service.
↳ personality.
Adelayne has always had a tender heart, helping those in need whenever she can. She found that the Faith of the Seven was likely the best place for her, as she had no family to call her own. She often can be found daydreaming about the life she’s always wanted, or giddily chattering about the brilliant clothing and hair the ladies of the capitol don. She is naive in politics and the ways of the court, and was raised relatively sheltered by the septas. She tries her best to uphold their teachings, but now that she is out in a world she never though she would experience, she is often marveling at things she shouldn’t and talking to people that she is far beneath. She is determined to do her best in her new place of employment, and one day swallow her fear and march up to Arryk Lannister and proclaim who she is. But she is worried that such a secret she holds might come to haunt her — what if there was a different and dangerous reason her father didn’t want to reveal her? It has left her anxious, despite her re-claimed playful and joyous personality.
↳ the splitting of the kingdoms.
The Lannister bastard doesn’t know much about politics, nor the strange reasons her family now claim the Iron Throne. She simply is excited to finally have taken the grand step to escape her simple life, and perhaps one day find a way to reveal the truth of her parentage. The qualms of the high houses of Westeros are lost on her, as she spent most of her time studying religion rather than history. Yet, the separation of the Kingdoms has left her upset and anxious, as she knows how diligent her brother and sister-in-law were in attempting to keep them together under a single monarchy. She worries about the safety of her nephew and the entirety of her family, and hopes that their travels to Dorne prove fruitful in drawing the divided kingdoms back together under one throne. She had watched from afar as Arryk has given his heart and soul to his title, and prays everyday that her family not only survives the turmoil spreading through the Seven Kingdoms, but thrives.
STATUS: TAKEN












