Name: Eliana Tyrell
Age: Seven and Ten
Bio: Eliana is one of the sweetest things you’ll meet, she’s the perfect Lady and as fair as any maiden from the songs. Three years ago she was naïve enough to trust a young hedge knight four years her senor. He tricked her into loving him and she soon found herself with a son, who died three days after his birth. She still holds a tender spot in her heart for the young babe, but is urged to keep it a secret by her family. The Tyrells pass her off as a virtuous maid and plan to have her married to a Targaryen Prince with no one knowing any better. Ellie wishes only to stay in Highgarden with her family, surrounded by sweet flowers and pretty dresses, though she knows her idyllic world will not last as soon as her secret is exposed. As harmless as she seems, Eliana is still a highborn lady and will do anything it takes to prevent people knowing her past.
Relationship Status: Single 
Model: Rosie Tupper
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She sat in the north summer garden, where the flowers were grown especially for their scent and bright colours, on an ornate wooden bench carved to seem as if it were growing from the garden itself. Her thin bone needle dipped through the linen with a practised flow, etching the pattern of a gold rose rising from green grasses. Though she seemed to be working, Eliana’s thoughts were beyond the South Gates, kneeling under a great oak tree next to a morning bud bush, pouring water into the earth where’d she laid her son to sleep. Not here. Not sewing. 
“Miss Eliana, I thought you’d be here.” An old maester came hobbling down the garden path towards her, though she knew it him from the sound of his heavy chain. “Sewing, I see.” He peered over her shoulder to inspect her stitches and nodded at the sloppy work. “Well done. Perhaps you could make it a gift, for your cousin... She’s had two boys- twins, indeed.” It had been near three and a half years since she’d lost the babe, though the maester still handled the matter with gentle hands.
She murmured in reply looking up finally to see the Maester holding a raven sent scroll. He noticed her curiosity and handed it to her, explaining it had been sent from King’s Landing to her father this morning. Once he’d finished reading, the news was told to Ellie and her sister. “A letter from the Targaryens?” She frowned with confusion and unravelled the paper, skimming over the words quickly. Something about the Targaryens needing allies and that the royal blood was to be the first generation of dragons to break the family tradition and marry other highborns. She glanced at the smiling Maester and back at the letter. “Are we to go?” She asked, her hopes rising at the thought of visiting the exciting city and the prospect of becoming a member of the royal family.
“You are, my lady. You and your sister.” 
“Oh!” Her smile grew and she rushed forward, flinging her arms around the old man’s neck. “Oh,” She repeated, her joy shrinking. “Oh dear Gods.” Eliana took a step back and began to chew her nail. 
“What is the matter, my dear?” He asked, placing a gentle hand on her back. The maester had always been kind to Ellie, ever since she and her sister were young girls. He’d taught her the names of the different plants in Highgarden, told her stories of winter, and comforted her after her child’s death and told her not to worry, the boy was resting with The Mother now. 
“We are to charm the prince, correct maester? To trick him into falling in love with us.” She asked. Her brow creased as she paced a few steps in either direction. “What if the Prince finds out my secret, and what if he becomes mad and doesn’t choose my sister or I? What if he shames the Tyrells and has us striped of land and titles? What if-“
“My dear child, enough.” The old man spoke kindly as he shuffled around to face her directly. “If the Tyrell’s were a blossom, charm would be their pollen. Both young ladies are beautiful, sweet, and highborn. Your father commands the largest army in all seven kingdoms, and Highgarden is full of bountiful and rich earth.” His warm honey eyes starred into hers, the lines on his face folding into a kind expression. “Eliana, my sweet child, you are troubled that the prince will hear word of your… son. The boy. But so long as he loves you, whichever one might chose you, he will surely over look the mistake of a young girl. And you are a woman now, and so you must use your charms, sweetness, and honey.” He said, reaching up to bend her head down to kiss her forehead. “But you must not let them see your weakness, you must be Lady Eliana of House Tyrell, and possibly some day Queen Eliana of House Targaryen. Stay strong, do not let them see you fall, for no one will be there to catch you. Always continue to grow stronger, my dear, for there are those in this world who would wish to see you wilt and wither.”

Howl- Florence and the Machine
Be careful of the curse that falls on young lovers
Starts so soft and sweet and turns them to hunters
A man who's pure of heart and says his prayers by night 
May still become a wolf when the autumn moon is bright

Small Bump- Ed Sheeran
You can lie with me,
With your tiny feet
When you're half asleep,
I'll leave you be.
Right in front of me
For a couple weeks
So I can keep you safe.
You are my one and only.
You can wrap your fingers round my thumb and hold me tight.
You are my one and only.
You can wrap your fingers round my thumb and hold me tight.
And you'll be all right.
You were just a small bump unborn just four months then torn from life.
Maybe you were needed up there but we're still unaware as why.

The Enemy -Mumford and Sons
Give me hope in silence
It's easier; It's kinder
Tell me not of heartbreak
It plagues my soul, plagues my soul
And bury me beside you
I have no hope
In solitude
And the world will follow
To the earth down below 
But I came and I was nothing
And time will give us nothing
So why did you choose to lean on
A man you knew was falling?

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