• Alias(es): Lily of Saro, Lily ― Exiled Princess of Saro ― Seyoung (when in disguise). 
• Date of Birth: May 16 (26).
• Zodiac Sign: Taurus.
• Place of Birth: Queendom of Saro, Main Palace.
• Current Residence: Hidden island.
• Occupation: Princess of Saro Queendom.
• ual Orientation: Greyual.
• Romantic Orientation: Demiromantic.
• Relationship Status: Single ― formerly engaged to Jin Hyun of Sipje.

• Faceclaim: Lee Jieun / IU.
• Height: 162cm (5'3/4").
• Weight: 47kg (103 lbs).
• Hair Color: Black.
• Eye Color: Dark brown.
• Piercings: Single lobe on both ears.
• Distinguishing Characteristics: Though rarely visible to the others' eyes, Yeonah has faint stretch marks on her stomach from her pregnancy. She has also lost the elegance that came with her childhood, and has gained a stronger presence over time as she interacted more and more with the people of Saro under the guise of Seyoung.

❧ ⁞ ❛ Ahn Youngho。❜
❝ childhood friends.
❝ Words are not enough to describe what Youngho means to Yeonah. He was the first genuine friend that she'd made, though eventually she had to leave him behind due to her exile, even when the boy had asked her to take him with her. Yeonah knows that she loves him, though she may be quite uncertain as to what kind of love this now means. 

❧ ⁞ ❛ Jin Hyun。❜
❝ former fiance, now close friends.
❝ Hyun had managed to take down every single prejudice Yeonah holds toward the royals. It is her rebellious nature that had allowed her to become friends with the boy that was supposed to become her husband. They became friends, and had kept in touch through letters over the years after Hyun bribed a guard to tell him her location.

❧ ⁞ ❛ Gyeoru。❜
❝ personal guard, a close friend.
❝ Gyeoru was the guard that replaced Youngjae in Yeonah's exile. Though at first, it was purely princess and bodyguard business, the two slowly became friends over the course of years. He used to accompany her whenever she would sneak out of the house, and she had once managed to have him participate in one of the festivities.

❧ ⁞ ❛ Wang Jaeyoon。❜
❝ a friend (?).
❝ A man that Yeonah met as Seyoung. Unaware to the man's initial motives and actual identity, the two became unlikely friends. 

❧ ⁞ ❛ Chang Yuri。❜
❝ connection type.
❝ brief description.

❧ ⁞ ❛ Hwang Areum。❜
❝ connection type.
❝ brief description.

❧ ⁞ ❛ Seo Youngjoon。❜
❝ connection type.
❝ brief description.

❧ ⁞ ❛ name。❜
❝ connection type.
❝ brief description.
 

↷ ⁞   from the world tree。 trigger warnings: mentions of ab*rtion (but it didn't actually happen), underaged pregnancy (at least, in our time), isolation, hallucinations.

♕ ― seed of grisaia。

Seo Yeonah’s path was created for her even before she was born.

Born a princess to the first consort of the queen of Saro, it was only natural for her to be shaped into what the palace thought a princess should be. From the very moment her cries joined the sighs of relief of her mother, her shoulders had already carried a duty — and with that duty came expectations that she was supposed to uphold and meet. Despite being the most progressive when it came to women rights, being a princess meant that Yeonah had an image that she needed to create, one that was necessary.

They would tell her, “a lady must behave, observant. You must remember that you are a princess — daughter of the queen of all Saro.” She was rarely allowed to go out of the palace grounds, only given brief chances of meeting the people of the queendom she was meant to serve whenever there were parades.

And yet, as she was taught the etiquette and manners of a lady; taught how she was supposed to carry herself and was told to know her place (which she didn’t take to lightly); watched the birds fly outside the windows of her room, she wondered what it would feel like not to be surrounded by the overpowering walls of the palace — the only place she knew like the back of her hand. The birds soared through the skies without the chains of responsibilities and the weight of duties.

First, there was wonder.

And then came resentment.

It started small — as small as a seed within the depths of her heart. But a seed would only grow, and this small seed of resentment too grew from within. Subtle yet definitely present, resentment began to spread through her heart like vines, gripping, crawling. She was at merely the age of nine when she realized that she wanted to be free. It was around this time that her natural rebellious streak began to form, solidify into something that became unafraid of refusing to follow orders. Perhaps it was because she was a child, her stubbornness could not be controlled.

♕ ― bud of grisaia。

She found the meaning of companionship at the age of eleven, upon meeting a young boy around her age after falling from a rather tall tree. He was beautiful, almost in the same way the other princes were (though she didn’t have much to say — it wasn’t as if she met them often). He was but a son from an aristocratic family, one that she was rather familiar with, having heard their name amongst conversations within the palace. His name was Ahn Youngho, a name that she hadn’t expected to remember quite so vividly for the rest of her years.

Their friendship bloomed with every meeting — few as they were, with Yeonah rarely allowed to go out. But those were moments she eventually began to treasure. Youngho was one of the few connections she held to the world outside the tall walls, vast land of the palace, if not the only one. It was the first relationship that she had that was not colored with politics, not created for the sake of connections.

Youngho was a boy she held close to her heart, the only person she’d been completely honest to. Some would say it might be love, but she believed she found love in another boy when she was fifteen — a few years older than she was. She believed she found it in a boy, one that was not of noble blood or of royalty. He had taught her romance, or so she believed — it felt like romance. They kissed, hugged and held hands. They made love. Surely, that should be love, right?

She forced herself to believe, for surely this must be love (even if there was another name that would linger at the back of her mind, another face that would first appear in her mind whenever she wanted to share something).

A few months later, Yeonah became engaged to a noble. She was only sixteen. The announcement of said engagement spread far and wide, as quickly as the leaves danced along the autumn breeze. Her behavior became erratic, as she felt as though she was suffocating. Her duties as a princess hung heavy on her shoulders, chaining her ankles to the palace. She felt as though her world was becoming so much smaller than it already was.

But what she didn’t know was that things would get even worse.

Soon after the announcement of her engagement, she found out that her supposed lover had been cheating on her all along. There was another woman — or a man, she couldn’t really say anymore. It didn’t matter to her. All she had known was that the romance she thought there was, was simply entertainment — a world crafted by lies and insincerity.

She soon fell sick. Every morning she would throw up, and she had become much more emotional. Her teachers would shake their heads disappointedly at her actions and words, labelling them unbefitting of a lady of her status. But she didn’t care. She didn’t want to care nor think about her responsibilities as a princess. She didn’t want to be a princess.

But she had to be, because that was what she was meant to become. Her path had been laid and shaped already by those that came before her, and she was given no other choice but to walk the path in a carriage meant for royals, feet off the ground, clad in a majestic attire meant for princesses.

One more news shook her world.

She was pregnant.

Fear had gripped her heart so tightly she hadn’t known what to do. She knew the father wasn’t her fiance. And she knew that when her mother found out, she was going to be punished. The fear of the unknown future almost made her hide herself within the chambers of her room, not wanting to face her mother. Her father, the first consort of the queen, had offered her a choice: to rid herself of the child and save herself from her own mother’s wrath or suffer the consequences of her actions.

Yeonah couldn’t find it in herself to give up a life for her own.

But of course, the queen found out. Furious, she had forced Yeonah to give the illegitimate child up. There would be no disgrace, Queen Seonghye had said, voice booming throughout the room. But Yeonah was stubborn — she had firmly stood by her child’s life, even if she trembled being on the other end of her mother’s piercing, icy gaze. It felt as if Yeonah wasn’t looking at her own mother, and she had to ask herself: would her own mother give her up were she an illegitimate child as well?

She shuddered at the answer she had for herself.

Due to Yeonah’s stubbornness and refusal to lose the child, Queen Seonghye banished her and sent her to exile in a secluded area outside the main city of Saro. There, she was to be imprisoned along with a few servants and guards chosen to follow after her. She was never to enter the palace grounds ever again. She was never to enter her mother’s line of sight ever again.

So as Yeonah was sent away, she never did look back.

(No, she did not look back even when she carried with her a heavy heart. Nights before that day, when she told Youngho that she was pregnant — he was the first person she’d told about it willingly — he had laid his heart bare in front of her.

And as much as she might have wanted to take all of what he was within her hold and hold him close, she had already known that she couldn’t. Youngho shouldn’t share the burdens of her own punishment.)

♕ ― a grisaia bloom。

The place that she was given was a rather large house, one that had already felt empty the moment she first laid a glance on it. She spent her next months in said house, wandering and pacing around its small territory. The guards had made sure that she would stay within the house at all times, and the servants had made sure that she was fed and taken care of. She was a prisoner, even if she hadn’t suffered the same fate as those of commoners.

She gave birth to her child months later after the beginning of her exile — but her daughter (oh, her baby girl — the prettiest girl) was immediately taken away from her arms. She was shocked, and she felt betrayed. She had chosen exile in exchange for her daughter’s life, but Queen Seonghye had Yeonah’s child taken away from her. She hadn’t even given her child a name yet, hadn’t memorized her baby’s warmth in her arms yet.

It didn’t matter. She would never have the chance to hold her daughter again.

(Her daughter was sent to an orphanage in another kingdom, never to find out what her real identity was. She would then be named Haesoo. Later, when the war threatened to break out, she wouldn’t be brought to the island and would be left to fend for herself.)

The next couple of years she spent in exile were covered in a sea of tears. Often she would hear a baby crying in one of the rooms of the house, only to find that it was nothing but a part of her imagination. She craved to feel the warmth of her baby within her arms, to hear the girl laugh and cry, to watch her child grow up. But all she had was the empty air, the empty silence.

All she held in her hands was the shards of her broken heart.

♕ ― the fruit of grisaia。

She had just reached her twentieth year when she started to bring herself back up once more. The head guard (of her house, at least), Youngjae his name was, had seemed to take a liking to her, as though she was his own child. He was patient with her, caring for her in ways that he wished he could have done to his own deceased daughter. Despite it being against his job description, the royal guard still chose to teach Yeonah about the world outside. Every single day, he would tell her stories of the outside world: his own experiences, the stories of the people he interacted with.

It was everything Yeonah had only heard of, and it only fuelled her curiosity for a world her feet had never once touched just yet. She wondered if she would ever be able to go out of the palace and experience the stories she heard from him.

She found hope in a song that was played in the distance. It was loud, and she knew it was far — but she could hear it.

So despite knowing full well that this would get her in trouble, she snuck out. She snuck out of the house that had imprisoned her for four years already, despite not truly being familiar with the world she had only heard through stories and read through novels. Carefully, hesitantly, she began to follow the source of the song. It was a crowd singing, the streets filled with voices of the commoners. She didn’t know what was happening (perhaps it was a festival, or a simple celebration amongst people who cared for one another and treated each other as family — the area she was sent to was rather small, even when compared to the other parts of the Saro Queendom), but when she had finally reached the place, she was mesmerized.

Everyone was singing and dancing together, smiling and laughing with one another.

It had tugged at Yeonah’s heart, a sort of warmth that she hadn’t felt in so long. When she was pulled into the celebration by strangers, she had smiled and laughed for the first time. Here, no one knew who she was. Here, no one expected her to be a princess. No one knew her name, her face or her past. And thus, when asked for her identity, she introduced herself with another name: Seyoung.

She would continue to sneak out then. At night or in the mornings, when the servants and maids would think she was busy hiding herself in her room once again. She would escape her prison and explore the world that fascinated her so much. Slowly, she began to learn how to live again. She learned how to smile genuinely once more, laugh heartily.

Beauty and happiness were starting to come back into her life. There was nothing else she could hope for after being in exile for so long.

♕ ― ripened fruit of grisaia。

Yeonah was twenty-three years old when she lost the closest figure she had to a father. Youngjae succumbed to sickness, forcing Yeonah to say her goodbyes even when she didn’t want to. But at least this time, she could say goodbye. This time, she had a chance to tell Youngjae everything she wanted to say. He had stopped coming to the house after telling her the news, and she was left to deal with the sadness left behind by his absence.

But this time, she knew that she would heal. He taught her how to do that.

She gained another friend through the form of the man who replaced Youngjae. A young man who took his job so seriously she never thought she would get past the knightly surface. Gyeoru was his name. She could only think about how fitting his name was for his personality.

Their friendship developed rather slowly throughout the years — the man’s sense of duty far stronger than his desire to make friends, especially with someone of her status. He would play the strict guard during their first year, and then the (rather reluctant) concerned older figure. At some point during their relationship, the two of them had finally become friends. It was a slow process of getting to know one another, but that was fine.

She figured it was fine. They had all the time in the world — in exile, there was nothing to worry about. At least, for her.

Perhaps she was simply fortunate to still be taken care of even when being punished. But that didn’t mean that she wouldn’t try to live her life just because this was meant to be a punishment.

To her, this was freedom in a way. This was the only way she could have gotten the freedom she had longed for, for so long.

So imagine her surprise when a messenger from the palace came out of nowhere, telling her to prepare for a journey. There were murmurs of a war breaking out, even Yeonah was aware of that, but she hadn’t ever thought that her mother — the very person who had sent her to her prison — would want her to flee for safety. Without much of a choice, she prepared to go straight to the supposed refuge for the royals and nobles.

But unlike in the palace, she looked back at the house one last time. This was the prison that she had called her home for the past ten years, and yet it wasn’t surprising to her anymore that she would have to leave her home for the second time.

She could only wonder about what awaited her in the hidden island.

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