🇬🇧 The Legend of Mariami 🤍🐱❤️

Who is Mariami, you ask? She is a little angel who bore a heavy burden from childhood. Her parents were nobles of the Argveti lineage, specializing in the production of premium wine for noble families and the high aristocracy, represented by the royal Parnavazid dynasty. Unfortunately, the head of the family at that time was unlucky enough to have only one child — a girl named Mariami. In his eyes, a girl was certainly not meant for military affairs or leadership, so his only true desire was to wait for her to grow up and advantageously marry off his only daughter... Years passed, and the girl became a young rebel, running between the family vineyards, bringing laughter to all the inhabitants of the estate and shame to her own mother, who sent servants to catch her before she could get any new bruises. By the age of 10, thanks to her own curiosity, she had mastered the skills of the high nobility: fencing, writing, mathematics, and strategy, as well as those more common to the villagers: theft, stealth, and cunning, which helped the poor survive in hard times... And then came the moment when her life changed. The festival of Aguna — the god of winemaking in these lands. The entire elite of the country arrived at their estate, led by Parnavaz I and his son, Saurmag — a young brat who was worthy of his father, but not of Mariami. At least not in her eyes... In the middle of the welcoming banquet, the tradition of blessing the cellars and offering prayers to Aguna was mentioned. The royal family, already intoxicated by wine, decided to join the Argveti family in this tradition. And then, during a prayer in one of the cellars, the unthinkable happened. Aguna himself revealed his face before them. They looked at him as something ethereal and incomprehensible. But his words were clearer than any wine of that time: "You —" his finger pointed at Mariami — "...you are chosen by me as the bearer of my will and my power. As long as your foot treads upon the earth, even in the middle of a desert, a grapevine shall grow to quench the hunger and thirst of the needy. Be proud of this, my dear, and do not waste this gift in vain..." As soon as Aguna vanished, a whirlwind of emotions broke out, drawing all the guests to the cellar. The girl, not understanding what was happening, tried to comprehend what she had just seen... Then the King's words rang out: "Mariami and the Argveti house shall be joined with my dynasty. This is my command... Let the bearer of divine power become not only a harbinger of a good harvest but also the mother of my grandsons." The words of Parnavaz I and the look on his son's face, staring at her, destroyed her desire to live... Amidst the laughter and blessings of the crowd and her parents, she burst into tears and tried to run. But the cursed deity had not lied... Every step she took gave birth to vines on the ground, by which she was found on the outskirts of the village... Three years passed. During this time, she was prepared for the wedding, waiting for the moment she would become a woman. Despite this, she often met with Saurmag; he even seemed somewhat likeable to her. But nothing more. She wanted freedom and prayed that the gift would disappear, or that what her mother expected while checking her undergarments every day would never happen. And then, on her 14th birthday, it happened. She woke up from cramps in her stomach, and the bed was red. Her mother and father, upon finding out, immediately sent a messenger to Parnavaz with the "good news," to which a swift reply was received: the wedding would be held in two weeks... And there she was, two weeks later, dancing for the public with her future husband Saurmag in a vat of grapes, amidst the cheers of the crowd, the tears of mothers, and the laughter of fathers. With every step she took, vines grew on the vat and on her body. The juice poured into the barrels so fast that the servants could barely keep up with setting new ones. But it did not end the way her father expected. After kissing Saurmag, amidst the shouts of the crowd, she whispered, "I’m sorry, I can't..." These words accompanied her flight from the vat toward the exit, grabbing her own black dress — Kartuli kaba (a traditional Georgian dress). No one understood what had happened until a minute later, when her own father, realizing the situation, went into a full gallop after the daughter who had ruined his reputation and name in the eyes of the King... This, he could not tolerate... She was fast in the saddle, but not faster than him. After a good ten miles, he saw her horse and her, by a stream, in a torn dress with traces of grape juice... While she was washing the juice off herself, he crept up from behind with a sword to wash away the shame with blood. But the vines reacted reflexively, binding her father. In Mariami's eyes was reflected the man she had tried not to notice — a tyrant and despot who never wanted a daughter, and this sword only confirmed the thoughts that had haunted her all her life. Leaving him amidst his curses and foul words, she abandoned him in the middle of the forest. Since then, she travels the world, helping those in need, giving grape clusters to the hungry and wine to the thirsty. And so it was, until one day she fell into an anomaly... And then... The end? Author's words: Thank you for reading. I will continue testing to find the ideal balance of trigger words and the combination of this LoRA with others. Thank you for reading to this point. You are the best reader I’ve ever had.