The year is 286 AC. King Jaehaerys II has just passed, leaving the throne without a rightful ruler. While his three children fight for the crown, Winter creeps closer, and unimaginable darkness looms.
Not all alliances will be so typical this time. In fact, many people have a crucial effect on the way this story is told. As for the ending, we only hope there are enough people left alive to tell it after its passed.
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Join us for our first event, the wake of recently deceased King Jaehaerys II.
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AUG. 19: So we are now officially open to the public. We have a mini-event flashback thread going on, and our main event just began. Feel free to make a second canon if you can keep both of them active enough.
Don't hesitate in pestering staff with questions; it's what we're here for! Let's raise a glass and make a cheer toward a successful launch of Winds of Winter.
Post by ROBERT BARATHEON on Aug 26, 2017 20:36:28 GMT
Reach out your hands Don't turn your back Don't walk away How in the world Can I wish for this? Never to be torn apart Close to you 'Til the last beat Of my heart
" Let nothing weigh you down Yuliya."
Embraced cheeks had grown all but flustered from her comforting affection. Listening to the little lion decipher just what he said to her. How blunt did Lyon have to be with her. Tracing his words with her own upon their vow.
" It's meaning is exactly what I said. Defeat me and you will your honor and glory. You can marry any man, and your house will be proud of its daughter."
Resting his hand passively upon his blade. The knight had many secrets to show to his partner. Doubting that Yuliya herself gave up on learning to use her blade. Dare he say she might defeat him.
" If I defeat you, your glory and pride belongs to me with all of you. You will be mine until the stranger comes to claim us."
How could she resist a battle with him to prove her worth. Many she had chased him down with a wooden blade as her brothers practiced. Now she would have a chance to use the blade their houses had smithed for the other. Their namesakes proof of their bond from years ago.
Post by YULIYA LANNISTER on Aug 28, 2017 1:34:10 GMT
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He understood her better than most, presenting her with a challenge that would immediately make her reach for Lionheart. That was exactly what she did, her tiny hand instinctively grabbed at the pommel of the ornate blade fastened to her side. Yuliya had relied on the sword to act as her protector for over a decade, and the blade had served her well. How would it fare against the knight who had sworn to act her sword and shield? Their blades design and namesake were forged in likeness, but that did not mean they were equals.
“You’ve been presumed dead for a decade but in reality you were fighting for survival across the Narrow Sea, in Essos. Your blade was the only one you could trust and your skills proved that death was not your fate. Not yet, anyway. Undoubtedly, you have become a warrior. But what about me?”
Yuliya’s overflowing compliments had been intentional, drawing attention to herself through praise meant to warm his insides. His pride her been her target and she hoped her heartfelt words had succeeded in reaching her mark. Her hand left the blade, motioning to herself by lifting upwards and then downwards directly in front of herself. She was asking Lyon to take in the entirety of the little lion standing before him.
“I’m a noblewoman, from the day of my birth until the Stranger decides my time in this world has ended. I will never experience the ventures you faced over in Essos or handle a sword with the finesse you have gained. If I were anyone else, they would tell you that challenging a woman in an element where she does not belong is unrefined. I took you to be a gentleman, my lord.”
Post by ROBERT BARATHEON on Aug 28, 2017 2:22:41 GMT
Reach out your hands Don't turn your back Don't walk away How in the world Can I wish for this? Never to be torn apart Close to you 'Til the last beat Of my heart
" I can't imagine you have grown weak my dear little lion. You are have always kept a strong hand upon your blade."
Lyon answered the woman before him. Since when was Yuliya anything less then a warrior and a beauty. Perhaps he had the advantage thanks to his journey across the Narrow Sea but the little lion fangs were just as sharp as his steel forged blade.
" I didn't take you to be a noble woman Yuliya, I took you as my fated betrothed."
Teasing her even now, the blade drawn before her a symbol of her house and that of his own. Yuliya was not fragile, she was not a sickly lion, she was a golden beast. Claiming her hand any other way would have been an insult to the gilded maiden.
" As a gentleman I offer you the first strike my Lady."
A blade ready in his hand to react to that of the womans. Water dancing and the fighting of Essos would bless the knight with fluid movements and likely a surprise for his counterpart. Though she could afford the best mentors with the gold of House Lannister.
Taking it easy would be a fools gambit against Yuliya.
Post by YULIYA LANNISTER on Aug 28, 2017 21:17:00 GMT
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She desired more time to brood over the meaning of the wager presented to her. It was no gamble made in jest or a bet made to pass time between two companions. This was carefully weighed, spoken to her with crafted thought backing the proposal. It truly was a proposal. Yuliya could have sat at her desk for hours, mind running over the potential reasons or motives Lyon spoke of a marriage between the two.
But she knew there was no logic to thoroughly explain his drive to seek her hand. Emotions and the heart were the only explanation she could rely onto uncover the proper answer.
It was one of Yuliya’s biggest shortcomings that she had never taken the time to aptly the learn the language that her heart spoke.
Had Lyon remained in Westeros, their training continuing and the bond between the two strengthening, then her heart would have been regarded with more value. But what place did love have in the court of nobles? Yuliya could only unveil weakness that stemmed from the decisions those made in the name of affection and endearment. A deep breath was expelled from the little lion, the look on her face speaking of resignation as she regarded the man of gold before her.
His blade was raised, poised to parry or strike determining the first move she chose to use against her adversary. The stare of defeat transformed into a knowing smile, quirked on her lips as her own hand pulled Lionheart from its sheathe. With an unwavering stare, Yuli assumed the familiar stance of combat and held her blade in the position she had been taught by her brother years before. Abruptly, she lowered her sword to leave herself completely vulnerable before Lyon. “I yield,” Yuli spoke the words with a deliberate sense of unhurriedness as her gaze remained on the firstborn Reyne.
Post by ROBERT BARATHEON on Aug 28, 2017 21:52:39 GMT
Reach out your hands Don't turn your back Don't walk away How in the world Can I wish for this? Never to be torn apart Close to you 'Til the last beat Of my heart
Yuliya Lannister drew her blade, taking the form that all knights have mastered, had she armor the noble woman would have been a threat to any solider. Wondering just what motion she would make to strike him as she tensed her fingers around the pommel of the blade.
Ready to act the little lion laid down her blade, her words shattered the atmosphere of the quarters as she surrendered to the firstborn son. Sapphires blinked to the surreal response. Had she truly yielded to the knight with her future on the line.
Lips shook with confusion, the line not knowing which shape to take. Fingers that carried his blade constricted around the leather grip. Casting his own gaze upon the reflective steel. Choking on what words to share, his fingers loosing strength released the blade. Clashing with the ground it echoed through and through.
Fingers pulled upon leather as the metal that protect his hands began to dismantle. Scared flesh revealing itself beneath the royal fabric adoring his armor as the young man approached Yuliya. Pride scorned from the lion as Lyon pushed upon her. Forcing her bottom upon her desk as his bare hands traced the face of the Lannister.
Brushing the flesh surrendered to him, as loose strands sought to be tucked away by his touch. Fingers would tuck behind her ear, loosing themselves into the blonde strands as the man leaned down upon the beauty. Pressing the duo into stacks of papers and books as his lips met hers.
Stealing the years back from the stranger as his pale lips danced with her own. A strong grasp upon her hand would shackle her to her desk, until their shared kiss weakened his touch. Digits melding with her own as the boy met the woman with the passion of thousand of days. Speaking only when his lungs recovered from the long bond between the two.
" I knelt before you and gave you my blade. I stand before you now Yuliya Lannister, and offer you my heart."
Post by YULIYA LANNISTER on Aug 30, 2017 4:44:35 GMT
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She should have sternly spoken to him for allowing Lionhart to clatter to the ground. Had it been any other situation, it would have been her first matter of business. But this moment was going to change their connection for the rest of eternity; it would be a moment she would recall fondly for the rest of her days. In fact, she gave a pleased smile as he abandoned his blade, evidently far more invested in the astonishing decision she had presented to him. His blade wouldn’t be needed for what was to come.
His reaction was one she needed to take time to revel in. It wasn’t often that she had ever witnessed Lyon lose his composure, unable to utter a single word or react with his practiced suaveness. Accepting his idea of her being his fated intended left him weak, something she would hold over his head smugly once they had recovered from the ecstasy they experienced in her quarters the night of his return to King’s Landing.
Lyon seemed to find it of the utmost importance to discard part of his armor, another precious item being thrown aside for her. His scarred hands told of stories she yearned to her but she was more focused on his hands grabbing onto her, pushing her back to breathlessly settle onto her desk. A soft gasp of contentment passed through her lips as she looked up to him, her cerulean orbs desperate to speak of the endless adoration she felt for him.
Yuliya wasn’t even rustled by the state of disarray he sent her books, research, and ledger into in order to press himself upon her. She wanted him closer, her hands pulling feverishly at the cool steel of his armor to fulfill this desire. When their lips met, Yuliya felt ten years of a sullen absence being mended with the tumultuous feelings being transferred between them. She only allowed him to reassert his ownership over his mouth when they were both breathless, settling for lacing her fingers through his. Looking upon him tenderly, the smile on her face spoke of the delight she currently felt.
“Your heart is mine until the Stranger finally decides your time in this world has come to an end.”
Post by ROBERT BARATHEON on Sept 5, 2017 3:24:37 GMT
Reach out your hands Don't turn your back Don't walk away How in the world Can I wish for this? Never to be torn apart Close to you 'Til the last beat Of my heart
Hearing those lovely words from the very lips of the little lion had the young man starting to stumble back upon his armored feet. Coming in contact with a chair that likely seated hundreds of people yearning for coin. Seating himself he looked up to the beautiful Lannister.
" Ten years and I still wasn't ready."
A dark layer of blush had all but painted his face as his hands sought to erase the expression. Blue orbs closing as the heat rose from his face. Courage melting away for passion and desire. Lightly tapping his face he reaffirmed that this was not a dream and recovered himself from his stumbled seating.
" Do you have somewhere more private Yuliya. I'll have so much to tell you, and old steel is getting heavy."
Lyon admitted as he offered his hand out to hers. Waiting for the Lady to take a hold so he could never let go. Wanting to free himself of his armor and undress so he could relive his grand stories through her expressions of wonder and awe. Knowing she would have plenty to share in return.
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