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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Post by YULIYA LANNISTER on Aug 21, 2017 0:17:11 GMT
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She was tired, and rightly so.
Financial affairs, countless small council meetings, and the sorrow that plagued her heart at the passing of Jaeherys did not add up to a pleasant combination. Sleep was a stranger to Yuliya Lannister as the Red Keep and the entirety of King’s Landing prepared for the funeral to commend the life and achievements of the late king. Never before had she spent countless hours in her office, sending off pesky servants or nobility who wished to greet her during their stay in the royal city.
The little lion did have enough time in the day to maintain her social happenings while also devoting herself to her role as Master of Coin.
Until a raven had been delivered to the Lannister girl, telling her of the arrival of her beloved brother. Her work would cease for an evening to grant her the opportunity to find herself in the company of Logan Lannister. Yuliya adored her brother, as she always had throughout their childhood. Finding themselves aging into full fledged adults, the relationship between the two hadn’t shifted in the slightest. He would always find a place in her heart and she desperately hoped he returned the sentiment.
Seated in her office behind a desk that appeared comically large for the tiny woman, a chalice of wine was held in her grasp as glazed eyes looked over fierce scrawls in her ledger. Yuliya had abandoned any hope in reviewing anymore numbers but she at least gave off the perception that work was being completed. Except for the nearly empty glass she pressed to her lips when a soft knock sounded from the entry to her office. “Come in,” her weary voice spoke through the silence, unaware who stood on the other side of the entryway.
Post by LOGAN LANNISTER on Aug 22, 2017 13:29:46 GMT
To those of King's Landing, the coming wake of King Jaehaerys II was more jarring than expected, the collaborators in the upper echelons of the militant capital now forced to adjust their routine to accommodate the summons of faraway Houses. The stubborn attitude, inherit of such prideful people, nearly opted to ignore the call altogether-as was likely expected from their neighbors. Yet, as banners began to crawl over the horizon, it would seem that this time, King's Landing would venture from their momentary sanctuary.
There were three of them, a trinity that seemed the only thing they shared in common was the Lannister emblem fastened to their clothing. Among them stood a familiar figure, his gaze seemingly distant as he lead the pack towards the Master of Coins chamber, his Highborn Lannister armor not dawned for the day, only the blade he'd become so accustomed to using resting at his side. With him, a lady in robes far too voluminous for her much more petite frame, shuffling through the hallway just as much as her legs held a personal war with the fabrics that engulfed them. The other, a much more unruly, gruff of a man, almost as if he was chiseled from the vary mountains themselves-followed behind, his eyes closed to the world-his chest exposed to the elements.
Logan raised his left hand, and both the woman and the large man stopped dead in their tracks.
The Lion's march halted, glaring toward the both of them. "Go see that my mother is looked after," he ordered. The two bowed before leaving their commander to himself.
For a brief moment, Logan was able to relax, the constant shadowing of two of his mother's trusted servants forever troubling him. He was a lion more than capable of handling himself, even in the unruly hallways of King's Landing.
Upon arriving at the capital with the remaining member of House Lannister, Logan had immediately sent a raven to his dear sister Yuliya, hoping to reunite if only for a brief moment, understanding that she still had an important job to uphold. A man of family before all else, despite all their differences Logan cared for each of his siblings. However, he had always kept a soft spot for Yuliya. In many ways she was like him, strong, well-minded and filled with integrity for her House.
He longed to see how she'd grown, hopeful the young girl he'd loved and grew up with hadn't changed.
Coming to her door, he breathed a sigh of relief, then knocked.
She welcomed him inside, and he burst through the door like an ordinary brother would when greeting his sister.
"You've gotten big!" He grinned, the scar upon his lip curled as his grin drew wider. "What on earth are they feeding you here, dear sister?" He joked, embracing his sister in a hug.
Post by YULIYA LANNISTER on Aug 22, 2017 19:30:02 GMT
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She yearned for the company of her elder brother, who she had emulated while they had grown up alongside one another at Casterly Rock. He was the truest of lions she had ever encountered. Coupled with his prowess as a knight, Logan Lannister had grown into exactly the type of man Yuliya direly wished she could have been born as. But she was merely Lady Lannister, Master of Coin, and doomed to wear a mess of skirts until the very end of her days. No matter her own personal strife, the company of her brother was long overdue as time had separated them long enough.
Yuliya wished to hear of all of the tales he had collected since their last meeting, knowing his own experiences were more riveting than her own. Anyone who possessed the free will to come and go as they pleased from the Red Keep lived lives more stimulating than her own. Regardless, the little lion was pleased with the course her own life had followed since leaving Casterly Rock five years prior. Her biggest woe was the incapability to be in the presence of her family when she felt a pang of loneliness, given that she was a woman of family over anything else.
“Logan,” the secondborn shrieked, her weariness rolling off her skin as she leapt out of her seat. She hadn’t expected his arrival at the Red Keep for at least another day, making the encounter a pleasant surprise. The petite form of the Lannister traveled hastily across her chambers to allow her to wrap her arms tightly around his torso. The height difference between the siblings was all too obvious as his younger sister refused to detach herself from him. “Only prey suited for a lion, of course,” she jested back to him, a smile broadening across her face as she tilted her head back to glance up at her brother adoringly.
Post by LOGAN LANNISTER on Aug 23, 2017 14:11:34 GMT
His sisters embrace felt like they were children again, Logan briefly imagining the pair always straying too far from Casterly Rock as they played knights outside the steep castle walls. Logan was always the daring type, never far from putting himself in danger, yet Yuliya was always mere steps behind her brother and his adventures. The two were inseparable, and finally reunited albeit briefly. In a moment of privacy, Logan cherished their reunion, knowing all too well that after departing from King's Landing that it could be months, or even years until he'd see his dear sister again.
"Thank the maker they don't serve shyte here like in the north," he joked, squeezing Yuliya, imagining he'd never have to let her go again.
In a time such as this, it was astounding to feel such joy.
Logan knew better, aware it would not last.
The moments they had, while few, he'd be thankful for.
"Are you deathly busy, Yuliya? All I hear are whispers that the Master of Coin spends tiring days and sleepless nights frantically trying to piece together the royal families spending habits..."
The Lannisters wealth was unprecedented, yet it was their managing of such abundance that truly lead their great House to be feared. Their father had given the responsibility of handling the crown's expenses with Yuliya, and in turn protecting the Lannisters own investments.
"If you have time to spare... I'd like to show you something," Logan grinned, peeling away from his embrace.
Post by YULIYA LANNISTER on Aug 24, 2017 3:16:42 GMT
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This would be a treasured moment and she was assured that Logan felt the importance of their meeting. Trying times lay on the horizon ahead, surely separating the two as the lands around them fell victim to war. Not only would she find herself detached from Logan, but from the remainder of their family as well. She would only be able to rely on cherished recollections from her childhood, such as the countless times she and Logan were chastised by their mother for the foolish ventures they dared to accomplish outside the castle walls. Years could potentially creature a divide between Yuliya and Logan before they were reunited once more.
“You speak so harshly of our counterparts in the north. Truly, I did not find the food horrifying when I was a ward in Lord Stark’s care,” she trilled back to Logan, a broad grin spread across her porcelain features as she continued to gaze up at her brother.
The worry and weariness seemed to have drained from her being while in the presence of her brother. Her energy would be dedicated to Logan’s company and the feeling of elation he brought. It wasn’t often that she experienced an undiluted form of joy. And it would be torn from her grasp before she knew it.
“Are you the Master of Whispers and I’ve failed to be properly informed, brother? It’s exhausting but I have provided the wealth when it was necessary; what else am I to do as the Master of Coin?” Her duty was to overlook the funds of the crown while also assuring that the wealth supplied by her own house was dedicated to honest purposes. Absently, she reached up to lightly trace her pointer finger over the scar displayed on his upper lip. “For you, I always have time. Please, lead the way.”
Post by LOGAN LANNISTER on Aug 24, 2017 19:06:47 GMT
"Perhaps the Starks like you more than I," he jested, before continuing.
The Master of Coin was no doubt surrounded by the eyes of the city guard, however Logan had planned an adventure for the both of them on the outskirts of King's Landing altogether. There would be no unwanted visitors unless by some stroke of sheer luck.
"The sheep talk, Yuliya. A lion can do nothing but listen." There was little worry of whether his sister could handle the task given to her. She was gifted both in strong mind and body, and would do a better job than most men.
"We must be quick," he moved with haste, hoping his sister followed swiftly and silently.
The streets were pooling with people, some beggars, some trying to sell used tailored goods to others. While the lion did not have a detailed map of every nook tucked away in the capital, he had been here many times before, albeit under circumstances involving a few scantily clad women during his fruitful days of youth. They had shown him ways to move about the city to avoid confrontation with any watchful eyes from the city guard or the people who roamed the streets daily.
Dipping past a back alley, Logan lead his sister to the Blackwater Rush, one of the most significant rivers of Westeros which stretched and began far westward, flowing into hills and great valleys.
"There we are," he plucked a few branches of foliage away from the riverbank, revealing two quivers and bows, one for the each of them. "Lets see if you're as good a shot as you are balancing coin for the royal family."
Post by YULIYA LANNISTER on Aug 25, 2017 5:42:45 GMT
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“That is the one reason I have valued being born a woman instead of a man, Logan. A pretty face can get you places that a blade cannot,” she countered to him, the smirk on her face mischievous in nature. Yuliya would have never chosen to be born a woman, forced to back the will of their husband and hide behind a mess of skirts and manners. Her brother pursued a life she had always dreamed of but his rugged face would never compare to the gentle curves and overall purity of his sister’s face.
“The sheep will regret when they chose to talk so carelessly. Ill-spoken words always come back to haunt those who chose to speak them.” Despite the omen that her words carried, Yuliya spoke in airy tone while maintaining the cheery disposition her brought had brought upon her. “Let us travel in haste, then,” she insisted, briskly following behind her brother to exit her chambers. Her steps were swift and light, making her presence essentially undetected as they traveled throughout the Red Keep.
Staying close behind Logan, her eyes took in the sights of a city she had called home for the past five years. King’s Landing did not strike the woman with a cozy feeling of home but it had grown comforting to her as her stay in the city increased. But they did not travel down the main streets of the royal city, instead relying on the lesser known avenues that granted them covertness. No city guard would take any interest in the pair as they moved inconspicuously towards the destination he brother had in mind.
“The Blackwater? Its waters are far too treacherous for us to-“ She found herself cutting off her presumption as they broke past the barrier of foliage to uncover a set of quiver and bow for each of them. A grin returned to her face as bent down take hold of the bow, turning it over in her hands to observe its craftsmanship. “My aim is undoubtedly better than yours, dear brother.” It was a challenge. One that she was eager to deliver.
Post by LOGAN LANNISTER on Aug 28, 2017 0:16:36 GMT
Time flows strangely under the eaves of The Reach; a day could pass in an eye-blink or stretch away into eternity. Indeed, it could do both at once, for the passage of the seconds is never so subjective as it is within the forest's timeless glades. It was there where Logan had spent his best days hunting, honing his aim with a bow when not traveling through the Westerlands.
In his youth, Logan listened to stories preserved through the ages by the stories and songs of courtly skalds, and within the ornate ritual performances of tellers of tales.
The chronicles of these tales were commonly broken down into a series of great seasons; rebirth, redemption, and so on. Each great season marked the passage of several generations, and therefore many lesser season passed over; ice, rebirth, the hunt and the great unknown. When we was a boy, Logan could not comprehend such depth of detail the stories had, yet he'd always been drawn to the hunt.
This game between himself and Yuliya was no different.
"Is it now?" He looked puzzled, almost shocked. "Was it not me who taught you how to shoot in the first place?" While renowned in the kingdoms for his lethality with a blade, Logan was quite fond of archery. He'd spent countless adventures in the wilderness perfecting his craft.
His fingers glided along the bowstring, his opposite hand reaching for a single arrow within one of the quivers.
"Pick a spot across the river, and if I miss you win. If I hit it, I'll pick your spot." The string pulled back without much effort, Logan tightening it until Yuliya gave him the go ahead. Who said sibling rivalry wasn't good for family bonding?
Post by YULIYA LANNISTER on Aug 29, 2017 0:43:48 GMT
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She held the bow in her hand as if it were an extension of her arm, adopting the correct stance and allowing deft fingers to pull back on the bowstring. Having stood to face her brother, her target was evident: if she had nocked a bow and let it whirl through the sky it would hit him on the left side of his chest. “Have you forgotten how often I practiced archery while still at Casterly Rock? Steel is only intended for man but a bow is viewed as capable of being handled by a woman. Surely, a dainty and demure noblewoman would never think to drive an arrow through someone’s heart.” She spoke in a mocking tone, reciting the general views of the place of man and woman in the court. The entirety of the realm adhered to such beliefs, meaning ultimately she was given no choice but submit to the title of ‘lady.’
“You certainly did teach me to shoot, but you didn’t watch me practice when you were off hunting. That credit is solely mine to claim,” she smugly said to him, lowering the bow momentarily to glance at him with a cheeky grin. He had granted her access to countless experiences only granted to the lords of the realm. She would forever be in Logan’s debt for his ability to keep from barring her from her true desires. Only her mother and Logan supported the foolish dreams she had been unable to sacrifice as she grew from a child into a woman. A true lady who could never fully embrace the title given to her out of birthright.
“What exactly does the winner get?” she enquired after listening to the guidelines of the game. She held her hand out, finger pointing to a particularly decrepit tree across the perilous waters of the river. “That tree.”
Post by LOGAN LANNISTER on Aug 29, 2017 14:11:28 GMT
"Aye, you're right," he remarked, the norm never intending for a lady to be on the front lines of the battlefield, let alone shoot a bow. More often than not he was scolded for going out of his way to teach Yuliya when they were younger, but that never stopped the boy then. A firm believer in change, from a young age Logan had seen how absorbed Yuliya was in the world and its rules; and how she so wanted to break them.
As an older brother, it softened his heart knowing if an occasion ever escalated within the confinements of King's Landing and its high castle walls, he knew full well his sister was more than capable of protecting herself. "But while the people might not think one is not capable of putting an arrow through a man's heart," his grip loosened as the string slid across his forearm, Logan's expression changing to one of certainty, concentrated and firm on the task at hand.
He reveled in the silence before the shot. "I've done it, unfortunately." The arrow hit with precision, plunking into the decrepit tree. He glanced to Yuliya, impressed with himself but far from finished.
"You should concentrate less on winning," he reached for another arrow and fastened it into the bowstring, his breathing steady as he aimed and fired another shot.
It hit its mark, the second arrow resting beside the right of the first, on the exact same worn down tree.
Logan exhaled, grinning. "And more on hitting the gap between each of my arrows."
Post by YULIYA LANNISTER on Aug 30, 2017 7:09:38 GMT
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She needed to remind herself that when her brother had departed from Casterly Rock to pursue his own dreams, death had been involved in his endeavor. Some of the deaths had even been caused by Logan, a grim fate when one chose to pursue the duties of a knight. Yuliya was a well-educated woman, knowing the reality of a knight and the lifestyle they adopted upon being anointed. But Logan was more than a knight; he was her brother. His reasons for ending the life of another were all justified, making it easier for her to comprehend the reason why his hands were stained with ichor.
“Unfortunate but necessary. All of those you have struck down were deserving of their fate. It’s all justified,” she reassured him, her tone resolute as she sought to offer him solace.
Despite seeming trouble by his admission, his concentration was not disrupted as he took aim and shot. The arrow’s path was true and the trajectory of the shot led it to land in the center of the gnarled tree she had chosen as his target. Yuli would have been severely disappointed with Logan had he been unable to hit her target. She expected nothing less than precision from the golden boy of House Lannister. She gave him a nod of approval before her brow raised as he nocked another arrow. “What are you doing?”
He didn’t need to supply her with an answer as the arrow struck the tree trunk closely to the first one, then he turned to grin at her. He thought he was clever. “Concentrating on both is easy enough because I’m assured I’ll hit your target,” she quipped to him, her grin mirroring his as she looked to him briefly. Then Yuli plucked an arrow from the quiver, nocking it and taking aim in a fluid motion. The little lion seemingly aimed peculiarly to the left of the target before she readjusted her aim swiftly, releasing the bowstring as she watched in satisfaction as the arrow found its home between his two arrows.
No comment was needed from the younger Lannister in regards to her shot. Instead, she peered across the river and then pointed once more while she bit back a devious grin. “There’s a hare over there. Hit it.”
Post by LOGAN LANNISTER on Aug 30, 2017 14:39:47 GMT
Logan's thoughts traced back to the hares of the westerlands and how he pitied ending them. Preferring larger game, he'd quickly worked his way up from hunting rodents and tree climbers to game that took skill and patience.
In the end he hated the idea of killing an animal and not using it for food, but such was the fate of a lesser creature.
If anything, it was a reminder to Logan of the things to come.
Forests would burn, homes splintered, the very foundations they built this peace upon torn asunder in the blink of an eye. The passing of the King would usher in an era of war the likes of which the Seven Kingdoms had not partaken in for hundreds of years.
House Lannister forged at the center.
Peeling yet another arrow from the bundle, Logan's gaze trained itself on the hare, watching his every move. His breath steadied, the shot twanged and the life quickly vanished from the small creature, Logan having given it a quick death.
"Are you happy in King's Landing?" his arms dropped, his tone changing as he shared a glance toward his sister.
Post by YULIYA LANNISTER on Aug 30, 2017 22:36:54 GMT
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She watching in reflective silence as he gazed at the hare, an unassuming creature who could have never predicted its unfortunate fate. But there were enough of the creatures in existence with them constantly reproducing and populating the forested areas of the realm. The arrow punctured it in a manner that offered the hare a swift death, probably not even felt as its life was robbed from it with haste.
As would happen to many more innocents who inevitable would find themselves thrown into the throngs of war.
Unable to protect themselves or fend off the violence, much like the hare, they would face the same type of fate. Hopefully their demises would be as quick as the rabbit’s. Yuliya could only pray to the Seven that suffering would not become widespread across the realm as pandemonium took a toll on the nation. But she wasn’t that naïve.
It was nothing more than wishful thinking.
Yuliya had been expecting him to craft another tricky target for her to take aim at, not inquire about her current state of living. She knelt down to place the bow on the ground, feeling as if the time for nostalgic games had come to an end. Eyebrows knit together in puzzlement, she glanced up at Logan as he stared over at her. “Hm?” she initially responded, taking a moment to mull over the question presented to her. “Why wouldn’t I be? I’m fulfilling father’s wishes, which is more than I would have been doing as a mere lady of nobility at Casterly Rock. Are you content with your knighthood?”
Post by LOGAN LANNISTER on Aug 31, 2017 0:54:19 GMT
Yuliya spoke of their father, and Logan hung his head.
They had always tried to do right by the man, striving only to be seen in his good graces.
"Father's wishes," he barked. Logan drew yet another arrow from the quiver that rested by his side, his gaze peeling from his sister and resting on the riverbed across the water. "What about Yuliya? What does she want, hm?"
The Lannisters had always put family first. Forever and always.
But what if they were the least bit selfish? What if what they desired most would come to fruition? "If Yuliya Lannister could do anything, be anything, travel anywhere in the world... where would she go? What would she do?"
Deep down Logan knew Yuliya longed for something. He did as well. Since he was a young lad he'd always dreamed of becoming a knight, living through adventures like in the stories he heard; those tales never revealed how much pain one would go through, or how one could almost forget themselves after living a life of serving others. Logan found himself wanting more, then Yuliya's question chipped away at the golden boy exterior.
"...No." he said softly, shocked that he'd allowed himself to state the truth. Becoming a knight was a boys dream fulfilled, but Logan was no longer a small child playing pretend. A soldier at heart, he wanted something more for himself. For the both of them, their younger siblings as well.
"The crow," he pointed across the water with a nod of his head, the bird having eyed the two Lannisters for quite some time. It was perched atop a tree, its branch bending at the slightest shift in its perch. "That's your shot."
Post by YULIYA LANNISTER on Sept 1, 2017 0:41:27 GMT
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Their father was a man who she would never dare to bring shame upon. Sitting at the head of their family, his reputation and integrity were directly connected to the image and prosperity of their house. Yuliya obeyed his every command, answered every raven, and swore that she loved her father until her face turned blue.
The Lannisters put family first. Forever and always.
He glanced away from her and she shifted her weight restlessly, feeling as if somehow she had brought disappointment to her brother. A defeated sigh passed through the little lion’s lips as she gripped at the skirts of her dress. “I want to bring glory and honor to our house. The Lannister legacy must carry on, even after we no longer part of this world,” she responded, the words sounding oddly rehearsed. Logan knew them too, having heard the lecture from his father every time he summoned his children into his quarters.
Logan continued to press the matter, asking questions she had spent countless hours by the candlelight in her quarters brooding over. She peered over at him, the saddened smile set on her lips enough of an answer. But she would give him an answer, since Logan had always appeased her every demand and request from learning how to hold a sword to informing her of gruesome tales of the life of a knight. “I’d tear this dress off, renounce every tile and association to our house, and sail far away. It wouldn’t matter where. As long as I could experience life for myself and see all of the things I’ve only read and dream about.”
Having both admitted their discontent and unhappiness at the gaping holes in their lives, she figured it would best to smother out the blazing flame of longing. All she said softly as a reply was: “Then change it.”
Cerulean orbs locked on the bird, a gleam of determination settling in her stare as she lifted the bow from the ground and plucked an arrow out of the quiver. A cheeky grin could be detected on her face as she aimed her first arrow slightly slower than the branch where the crow perched. It tore through the air, gliding past the branches but succeeding in frightening the bird and causing it to take flight. Deft fingers grabbed another arrow, knocked it, and seemingly without focusing to aim drew back the string and released it swiftly. The arrow hit the center of the bird’s body before it could soar off too far, causing it to fall harshly towards the ground.
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