O BLOSSOM.

O' BLISS. then love shook my heart; like the wind that falls on oaks in the mountains. _______ lilyana tyrell 22 lady of the bloom.

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*DEAREST.

 𝗱𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗻𝗲𝗱   𝗴𝗼𝗱  ,   she   hates   the   crownlands  .   hates   the   w i d e   cobblestone   streets  ,   the   darkened   alleyways   around   every   corner  ,   the   press   of   people   on   every   side  .   they   all   make   it   far   too   easy   for   her   wayward   charge   to   slink   off   unattended  .   it’s   with   a   scowl   on   her   face   (   coupled   with   the   sight   of   the   sword   on   her   hip  ,   it   sends   a   fair   few   people   scattering   away   )   that   nicolette   stalks   through   the   capitol  ,   searching   high   and   low   for   any   sign   of   lilyana  .   she   prays   she   finds   her   soon  .   the   girl   will   not   survive   long   by   herself  .   (   perhaps   it’s   not   the   kindest   thought  ,   or   the   most   generous   one  .   but   she   knows   the   lady  ,   almost   better   than   she   does   herself  .   she’s   far   too   trusting  .   it’s   an   endearing   trait  .   it’s   also   an   infuriating   one  .   )

 on   the   verge   of   giving   up  ,   heading   back   to   the   ruling   lord   and   lady   – -   they   will   have   her   head  ,   but   at   least   more   guards   will   help   in   the   search   – -   when   she   happens   across   a   little   gazebo  .   and   there  ,   in   the   center  ,   looking   as   though   she   has   not   a   care   in   the   world   — – -   lilyana  .   a   sigh   falls   from   parted   lips  ,   but   relief   is   soon   washed   away   by   fury  .   just   what   had   she   been   thinking  ?            ❛          i   would  ,   actually  .         ❜          she   says  ,   petulant  ,          ❛          i’m   upset   with   you  .         ❜          

                            THE AIR GROWS THIN   as realisation dawns upon just how far she had wandered . sanctuary blessed as it was for her sore feet , with foods and drinks and soft light   ----  the cushioned relief slowly drained away akin to the blood in her cheeks as her guard’s expression comes into view . all amusement leaves her , only to be replaced with a sullen sort of expression . the bindings of paper and small pouch of charcoal are settled upon the table before her , and lilyana reaches out her hands with upturned palms , almost beckoning  -- though mostly pleading .

                            “   ...  i  did  not mean   to inconvenience you , nicolette .  ”   she will start with this , with her honeyed words and doe eyes , and a voice of sincerity to combat the anger given . she swallows , and flexes her grey stained fingers .   “  in fact , i am very sorry .  but it was ever so crowded , and too hot , and i could not reach you before i found difficulties . people are ever so pushy here , despite the manners , and i could barely breathe .  --- please , allow me to apologise .  i could not capture a memory in there , and i do not wish to save one where you dislike me . will you let me ?  you may have my tea . and .. and i shall get you a new sword .  ”

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*SELYSE.

𝐒𝐇𝐄   𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒   𝐀   𝐍𝐄𝐖   𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒   𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐀𝐘.   but   ,   that   seems   to   be   the   theme   of   each   day   here.   the   southern   fashions   are   a   touch   different   that   what   she’s   used   to   ,   but   she   finds   a   way   to   incorporate   the   iron   islands   into   her   style.   maybe   it’s   her   hair   that   catches   the   woman’s   eye.   the   braids   are   particularly   ironborn.   

❛   oh   ,   ❜   she   gasps   ,   ❛   i   hadn’t   realized   i   was   in   the   company   of   an   artist   !   so   long   as   you   think   me   a   worthy   subject   ,   i   can   find   no   reason   to   oppose.   ❜

selyse   offers   the   woman   a   sanguine   smile.   she’s   rather   flattered   ,   actually.   the   woman   is   gorgeous   ,   and   it’s   kind   of   her   to   even   ask.   in   truth   ,   if   she   were   in   her   place   ,   she’d   likely’ve   simply   began   to   sketch.   not   that   she   was   much   of   an   artist   ,   though.   painting   ,   and   drawing   …   well   ,   she’d   leave   that   up   to   those   who   were   blessed   with   the   talents.

                              LILYANA WOULD NEVER ADMIT  ---  it was a true selfishness that brought upon the need to capture the likeness of the woman before her . the gardens had brought a swell to her heart unlike one she would feel often , something saved for the brush of fingers to a beloved , or the days where she could run free on stronger legs in her godswoods . what had steadied such emotion and kept it grounded was thus :   the braids entangled in the stranger’s hair were familiar and strange all the same , the dress wasn’t entirely southern . perhaps she had tales to indulge , adventures for the young tyrell to replay in her mind’s eye once she was once again locked away .

                              “  an artist !  -- how flattering ! though , i am not nearly so professional , i’d ask you didn’t hold too much disdain towards me if i do not do you much justice .  ”   still , she beams and shifts in her seat upon the bench , tapping the space besides her almost eagerly.   “  i feel you are a very worthy subject , if it helps you at all . i do like how you have done your hair  ..  perhaps i could coax a tip or two from you while i draw ?  ”

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*DEAREST SISTER.

Fast tiring of the company that she was supposed to be charming, the golden haired rose excused herself from one particularly enneui inducing conversation in the hope of sparing herself from further such encounters. Privacy was impossible to come by, another constant source of irritation for her, and yet as she walked she finally spotted one person whose company was not totally unwanted by her.

Lithe, graceful steps closed the distance between the two of them as one lyrical word fell from her lips. “Sister.” Rare warmth was present in her tone, a fondness that was almost entirely reserved for the young woman before her and occasional given to others who shared the same house as she did. “Are you enjoying yourself?” Concern rested within her gaze as much as curiousity did, keen to know that her sister had been afforded the respect that she deserved. “I take it everyone has been as polite as they should be.”

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                            AN APPARENT FRAGILE THING  ,  the young lady was made to sit , coddled , watched with ever trained eagle eyes , hoping  ...  no , PRAYING with somewhat of a fervour that somebody might deign her enough to come chatter in her ear . and there had been a few . people seeking to bolster their ego , prattling on about titles and lands with what they would believe to be quite the well put stare or two . to these people , little lilyana would play faint or exhaustion once she had had her fill of all these people would have to say   (   which , to her , wasn’t very much at all once she’d had her image of sprawling lands painted mentally for later   )   ---   and then the cycle would repeat .

                            that was , until the tap of heels would be heard . ever purposeful , ever graceful and so in time to the ones lilyana would await to hear coming up the corridor towards her rooms back home  ...  the smile that paints upon her carmine lips is all too bright when eliana dearest came into view .

                             “  I THOUGHT THIS PLACE   was built of gold . and i have yet to spot a dragon . though i have seen men of many teeth and breath as bad as one imagines a dragon may have   ---  so perhaps it is a journey fulfilled ?  ”   she laughs , and it is only carried upon her breath , something short as she stops to inhale and allows eyes to express amusement . her hands reach out , soft things that have barely seen sun and never work , as she takes a sister’s palm with a hum .   “  people are polite , and it is so much so that i fear no connection is to be made with any of them .  can you tell me , elia  ---  does everybody treat one so coldly to make up for the sweltering heat of the crowd , or is it fear one can see under the eye ? i do not understand the tensions here .  ”

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                             THE WORLD WAS VAST  , this much lilyana had found to be true . she had also found it loud , with odd smells and crude words . sheltered indeed , and even armed with a silver tongue and inquisitive nature , she had found herself cowering within the warmth of her accompanying guard . though guards grow inquisitive too , towards ales and wines , towards the company milling the halls and public gardens . and without watchful eye and in possession of ringing ears , lilyana had slipped away on aching soles , any sort of declaration the last thing on her mind .

                            SANCTUARY NOW THANKFULLY FOUND   in the form of little gazebos and grand blooms , of little trays of silver with food stuffs and cool wines , the young tyrell had sat and busied herself with stretching her legs in front of her , beneath petticoats and embroidery . a flush to her cheeks and thankful smile to her lips , glossy black eyes begin to pry as they so often do  ---  strangers mill , but dressed differently now . that smile grows as she takes in each pattern, each colour , each style  --  and out from her skirts pockets comes a little book of bound parchment and a cloth of neatly packaged charcoal  ...   and without thinking ;

                           “  say  ,  would you be awfully opposed to my drawing you ?  ”   

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*HENRIK STARK.

     henrik stark was never one to shy away from confrontation. he often got himself into trouble with what he said, so it came to no one’s surprise when the northern lord found himself getting into it with another for something he said. in all honesty, henrik couldn’t even remember what it was he had said to upset the man, but he trusted he deserved the punch he had gotten to his face.

     it’d been a few hours and the bruises on his face were as prominent as they could possibly be. he’d had worst injuries, so he wasn’t worried about them healing, it was his looks he was concerned with. “my face doesn’t look too deformed, does it? please tell me i’m still as handsome as ever,” he said with a chuckle and his signature smug grin.

                                SHE WAS CERTAIN SHE   had never seen such ease in the face of bruising . especially that to the face . the stranger , as smug as he may have been , surely could not have been so fine with such blemishes . certainly , lilyana was opposed to even viewing such a thing . this was no knightly joust where one could boast about their grand injuries  ---  after all , whispers of her guards had told her of the street brawls and pickpocketing that did go on in the golden city . so much for rose - coloured lenses .

                                “ I AM SURE I   did not know what your face looked like prior to your ailment , sir , ”   words fall off her tongue like honey , despite the small crease upon her brow ,   “  ...  though perhaps we shall best get you some salve ?  it may heal quicker with , if you are so concerned with past beauty ? ”

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*RYELLA ARRYN.

She had been brought up to be proud of her home, to admire all that The Vale had to offer and now as its Ruling Lady she felt bound to represent it well. But she had never once thought that pride should cloud the truth and for all the great many things that The Eyrie had to offer, a garden such as this was not one of them. She had been stood quietly admiring it all when she heard some footsteps approaching. “The gardens are rather lovely, do you not think?” Perhaps not the most interesting topic that she could have chosen but she was hoping that the soft smile on her features and the hint of warmth in her tone might encourage some sort of engagement. “May I ask how you are finding your time here?” For all it was small talk she had never been able to be anything but genuine - always far too worried about how visible her heart was when she wore it on her sleeve - and so she truly was invested as to whether or not her new companion had been enjoying their time.

                                THE HUBUB OF THE MAIN GARDENS   was simply not for her  ---  never mind the fleeting glance upon the markets she had caught not a half hour before . so many people clamoured into one place without rhyme nor reason , no routine to stick to , had developed a fine layer of goosebumps upon her skin . lilyana was not yet used to this sort of life , the largest court seen was from a comfortable balcony chair in her own home , purposefully kept from any excitement . the tranquility and sheer comfort of greenery was more than she could ask for  ---  and the soft spark of conversation was nothing but a relief to her ears .

                                “  ...  you can tell whoever might tend them holds a great affection for each flower . i think maybe i’d best poach them for my own . ”   she speaks , after a moment of consideration , with bright eyes and upturned lips , and the tyrell turns her head and brightens her smile considerably,  “ --i am enjoying myself very much  --- though , i suppose i might enjoy myself more if it were a little quieter . but with an event such as this , that seems a little bit of a silly request .  are you enjoying yourself ? ”

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      ˋ     ⋅     ❀     ( ROSE WILLIAMS, 22, CIS FEMALE, SHE/HER . )    could that really be ( LILYANA TYRELL ), the ( LADY ) of ( HOUSE TYRELL ) entering the keep ? king’s landing is sure to benefit from the fact that they’re ( GRACIOUS ) and ( OBSERVANT ), but beware, they’ve also been known to be ( UNDERHANDED ) and ( RECLUSIVE ). they hail from ( THE REACH ), and it’s said that they are loyal to ( HOUSE TYRELL ). only time will tell if that will last. 

          * o , larks did sing the day lilyana pressed bare sole against the sun soaked porches of her home  ---  the child of twelve summers finally well enough to venture a life in the sun . the little blossom , with soft curls tumbling to her waist and a laugh as clear as a bell . her life prior had been one of observation , a simple viewer to the pleasures life could bring one of her station . the little lady had spent her days watching her siblings , coaxing them to speak of their day’s adventures and mishaps , while she herself would sit in her bedchambers , amused by books and maids .

        and yet , even after the mastery of her legs had been gained and her heart had begun to beat in a way that supported her grand ideals , lilyana was still ever confined -- only now, to lesson and manners . a pretty little bloom was she , with eyes like a doe and hair that grew enough that by her fifteenth summer it grazed her ankles . an inquisitive gaze , and a temperament that gave her nothing but a benefit , a questioning lilt to her voice that made anybody inclined to boast feel very important . 

        she was called the lady of the bloom , for she only ventured out in the warming spring to sit among the roses , and for the spread of warmth one would feel from her attentive gaze , like the unfolding of petals in the sun .

                                   beloved , one could name her . and many did .

                                                               _____ ❀ _____

hello, all!  i’m dorian, and this is my baby lilyana. i’ll throw you guys a few bullet points below as to what she’s like, and if you’d like to plot, hit me up. i’ll be releasing a few wanted connections / characters in a little bit when i’ve gotten over my giddiness of being here. oops. 

lilyana is the youngest daughter of  garlan tyrell and leonette fossoway. she has been babied her whole life-- though that isn’t all down to her placement in the family. she was born with a very sickly disposition, so much so she was bedridden for the first twelve years of her life. she started recovering after ten, though was kept secure a year longer than she could have been due to fretting family.

despite her reclusive lifestyle, she grew to be very accomplished due to her rucks of spare time. reading, needlepoint and piano, as well as life sketching, were her hobbies, and she was very content with them. especially the latter. she took to sketching what lay outside her windows to capture some form of memory for herself, and keep a piece of the outside with her. she still practises this often, and is quite gifted in capturing likeness.

she also latched onto the art of gossip, which then turned to the art of crafting speech -- eloquence is held in high regard , and due to a lack of physical arsenal , lilyana has adapted her tongue not into a weapon-- but a sedative . she is a skilled diffuser of situations , though it is rare she ever gets into a dangerous one in the first place.

when she was introduced into society, she seemed a perfect lady, and it was not for lack of teaching. it was all she knew-- and being the youngest sister, it was in her best interest to seem so. apparently. while lilyana was prepped and primed to being some perfect wife to pass on wonderful traits to beautiful children, she was somewhat disinterested in the life painted before her. not for her lack of interest in romance-- for oh, how she wished to be swept off her feet-- but, for her lack of interest in men.

she romanticises life a great deal. one could not call her naive, but the image the people of highgarden have painted of her would say so. she is beloved by many, small as she is, her heart is evidently large, by the tales spun. her coming to king’s landing is rose-tinted-- expecting spires of gold, grand jousts, wonderful festivities that were akin to elegant paintings   ...  though perhaps her times there will change her lensed tint from that of pink to red .

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       ˋ     ⋅     ❀    LILYANA TYRELL ; LADY OF THE BLOOM  -  STATISTICS .

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