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She was quite fond of the gardens nestled within the verdant and splendid castle that was Highgarden, nestled away in the rolling valleys and sylvan territory of the Reach. No other domain would compare to her home on the Rock, but Yuliya had pleasantly adjusted to the frequent trips and extensive stays whenever a visit to Carmine Tyrell was arranged. There was no particular reason for this respite but no one would ever hear a protest from the eldest secondborn Lannister when she was presented with the opportunity to find herself in the company of the rose prince. Her fondness for the man was not unknown by the realm but often equated to the gratitude she felt for the individual who had ushered her out from the hellish scepter that had been Maegor the Cruel's Red Keep. The ignorance was preferred by the Lionheart, who was content to clutch the bud of Carmine's blossom closely to her heart, kept out of the reach of greedy hands.

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<strong>"You don't need to exhaust anymore time on me, Alerie. Really, I insist. You can return to tending to the other ladies; I'm content to make my way to the gardens on my own,"</strong> Yuli firmly spoke to a familiar handmaid who had been assigned to tend to her. Her tone was breezy and the exchange was perpetual every stay in Highgarden. The princess afforded a debonair smile to the finicky woman before she gathered up her deep crimson skirts in her hands to give her an unobstructed gait towards the the northern section of the gardens. The air was slightly crisp but Yuliya was unbothered beneath the various layers of fabric and garments she wore. She would have preferred one of the plain, cotton dresses the handmaids wore but even a menial wardrobe alteration would stir up incessant chatter. Her eyes rolled instinctively at the vexing thought but the bubbling irritation was quelled when the blonde came upon her desired alcove of the pervasive gardens.

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Much like the former interaction with Alerie, the nook of a terrace she chose to inhabit was a staple of every visit she conducted. It was an area densely populated with a plethora of pastel buds and leafy vines but a smaller patio that offered intimacy in a pleasant scenery. The wrought iron table and set of chairs were whimsical with their swirling vine design but largely uncomfortable to sit upon. Yuliya didn't mind since the view was breathtaking, providing a glimpse of nearly the entirety of Highgarden and the flora surrounding its walls. She ignored the chair, pulled out to easily seat herself, and lingered by a bush boasting powder blue florets. A hushed and tender voice broke through the serenity of the gardens, her finger tips brushing against the velvety petals of the flower, singing: <strong>"without falsehood; for my thoughts, my memories, my pleasures
and my desires are perpetually of you; whom I cannot leave or even briefly forget."</strong></div>
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<div class="spynreplywearingt">CARMINE TYRELL</div>
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<div class="fronts">westerlands | lannister | highborn | lady |
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This is a gift; it comes with a price. Who is the lamb and who is the knife? Midas is king and he holds me so tight, and turns me to gold in the sunlight. I look around, but I can't find you. If only I could see your face, instead of rushing towards the skyline. I wish that I could just be brave. I must become a lion-hearted girl, ready for a fight before I make the final sacrifice.</div>


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Lannister is more than a name, it's the lifeblood that courses through Yuliya's veins. Her shadow takes the shape of a lioness, softly growling and boring its glowing hues into those who are brazen enough to meet its stare. The lion isn't only on the house sigil; it takes up residence in her very soul. Lionheart is a moniker the woman has rightly gained, proving to her peers and all of her house that she is more lion than lady. Being a lion is more than existing as part of the pride. Her duty and honor are directly tied to the Lannister name and how the house thrives and what the rest of the realm thinks of them. Yuliya will fight tooth and nail to preserve the integrity of her house, especially if glory and power derives from such a struggle.

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She is a <b>lady</b>. Her dreams do not run parallel with the expected life of a noblewoman, but that doesn't mean she is to make a fool out of her father and the rest of her house by being ill-mannered. There are numerous occasions where she has found herself stepping out of line but Lionheart has always bowed her head and sought for forgiveness. Many of her flames of desire and yearning have been stamped out in order to keep herself aligned with the standards the realm has placed upon her. She is an exemplary lady; no one in all seven of the kingdoms could contest that claim. Yuliya knows the proper etiquette, how to sew, plenty of dance steps, and can idly chitchat for the rest of her days. But all of the expected tasks of a lady could bore her to an early death. Still, ridicule would never befall her father or House Lannister because a certain honorific slipped her mind or she didn't know when to bite her tongue and play dumb.

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She is a <b>warrior</b>. Her protests against expectations and societal standards has always been silent, playing out in schemes that occur beyond the eyes of her father. Her cunning and craftiness are traits unnatural to a lion but have undoubtedly been learned by the entirety of her house. Fierceness and intimidation are foolproof tactics, but other methods must be employed in certain situations. The little lion is shrewd and astute but the bulk of her competency is usually attributed to concealing the divergence in her demeanor. Septas and handmaidens would have never been able to guess that their little lion itched to wrap her fingers around the hilt of a blade. Her familiarity with the blade can be added up to strong-arming her guards to instruct her, countless books read in secrecy, and from observing knights and soldiers any chance she could steal away from her dull studies. Being anointed as a knight has always been this obstinate woman's dream; one she will assure turns into a reality through any means necessary.

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<i>She is her own</i>. It isn't a concept she should strive to obtain give her purpose in the game of thrones: a bargaining chip and connection meant to strength allegiances and loyalty between houses. Her mind isn't a concern as long as she is fertile enough to provide an heir to carry on a lineage. But Yuliya is more than; she has always known she wouldn't be able to settle for the false complacency of life as a lady. Her essence, her soul, and her life would not be wasted, not as long as she was still able to find her voice. A lion, a lady meant to be married off, soul yearning for a place in the battle of the kingdoms, and self-proclaimed knight. She carries many titles but she holds the most coveted one close to her heart: her name, Yuliya Lannister.<p>

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Yuliya's heart will always remain at Casterly Rock, sworn to serve the Lannister family and promise her family's legacy carries on. The little lion has no qualms with the house of nobility she has been born into, but it's her being a lady she wishes she could protest. The trivialities and mundaneness of the life of a lady isn't enough for Yuliya, she wallows everyday over the simple fact that the Seven couldn't have likened her anyone blessed enough to have been more a male. She desperately wishes she could have been born a son, able to proudly wield a blade and serve the realm. But the Lannister girl has always been fully aware that it is necessary for her to fulfill her duties as a lady to maintain the honor or her family.

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As a child, she was attentive to every handmaiden, septa, and maester who was intended to instruct and educate her. But that never meant that she didn't steal away at any chance provided to tend to her actual intrigues. Yuliya would strong-arm her guards into teaching her swordsmanship skills, practice in the stables only to get caught by one of her mother's handmaidens, or occasionally attest to an expectation she couldn't bite her tongue to adhere to. Each time she was taken to her mother, whom she loved dearly for the gentle manner she used to handle her unruly child of a subdued variety. She was never reprimanded by her mother, despite her openly defying her dreams and intentions to wield a sword. Her relationship with her mother has always been strong, with Yuliya acting as a confidant to Lady Lannister.

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The complacency of her childhood is something that Lionheart pulled her hair out over when she mulled over the tediousness of her life in the privacy of her chambers. She was shaping up to be an astounding lady but the concept of allowing her essence to wither away because of the monotony that was necessary to suffer through the remainder of her days. Yuliya’s main source of captivation stemmed from an immense interest in her father’s career as a knight. She often pleaded, albeit in the most sophisticated manner a young girl could manage, to accompany him on whatever travels he conducted. Often times, she was denied by Maceo but there were excursions to King’s Landing she would be able to partake in when her behavior proved to align with her rigid upbringing. Yuli was enchanted with the overpopulated and contaminated city, the talk of dragons and other mythical beasts, and the knights and white cloaks of the Kingsguard.

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Twenty-two years of the Lionheart’s life passed in general sluggishness and an overall sense of trite. Reprieve was only granted to the Lannister woman when it was justified for her to travel, a tome of an unknown topic was placed before her, or she stole away to the stables to practice swordplay. Her mind felt like it was going to rot from the discontent she experienced but ultimately every daft sentiment was overpowered by the raw adoration she felt towards her house and their perch atop Casterly Rock. Until Yulia’s life was irrevocably transformed through means and compulsion she would never fathom to wish upon the most deplorable of her adversaries.

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Along with her siblings, Yuliya was taken hostage by Maegor the Cruel in King’s Landing to forcefully compel Maceo to commit acts of barbarity under a pledge he had made to Aenys, his half-brother and truthful heir to the throne. The realm only knows of her as the Gilded Bride, Maegor's youngest betrothed in his endeavor to produce an heir. She does not often speak of her time spent being held captive by the rancorous and malignant ruler but the strain of nearly four years of being kept hostage has manifested on her porcelain skin. It’s been speculated that the woman was beaten, restrained, and experienced mental duress while in the Crownlands but she has only confided in her family of the tales the brutality. Her back is a battlefield whose only victor is the Lionheart and her soul bares injuries that are unfathomable by those who share the same noble lineage.

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  • TO BE DETERMINED | This will be filled out to completion when Tsundere is crafty enough to think of an item Yuliya deserves.


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OOC Name: tsundere <br>
FC: FATE/SERIES | saber <br>


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