#i tamed a tyrant and ran away charlize ronan

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The queen 👑: Charlize Ronan

Manhua: ✨I tamed a tyrant and ran away

✨ The taming of the tyrant

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charlize X dylan (locked out of heaven)

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Snopsis(s): God gave me a chance to relive my life. Before the rebirth, I had been used for the past 400 years as the empire’s sword. And so, I swore to destroy the empire. I found the young prince of the country and became his teacher. I taught him how to become a tyrant and asked for the country. “I will do the lady’s will.“ He conquered the whole empire for me, and I ran away. “I came to take you, Charlize Ronan.“ Dylan became a perfect tyrant and searched the entire empire for me. “You tamed me, so why did you run away?“

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tamed a tyrant and ran away (On going) ✨

Alternative

Я приручила тирана и убежала / Я сбежала, приручив тирана / 폭군을 길들이고 도망쳐버렸다

Language

Korean

Author(s)

Yusoy유소이

Artist(s)

nokcy 녹시

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SUMMARY

God gave me a chance to relive my life. Before my rebirth, I'd been used for the past 400 years as the empire's sword. And so, I swore to destroy the empire. I found the young prince of the country and became his teacher.

I taught him how to become a tyrant and asked for the country. "I will do as the lady wishes." He conquered the whole empire for me, and I ran away. "I came to take you, Charlize Ronan."

Dylan had become a perfect tyrant and searched the entire empire for me. "You tamed me, so why did you run away?" The Taming of the Tyrant

[roseadleyn]

I CAN NEVER PASS UP ON A MATCH-UP SO

Penelope Eckhart from Villains Are Destined To Die, Charlize Ronan from I Tamed A Tyrant And Ran Away, Felix Robane from Who Made Me A Princess, perhaps??

But if not, then Isis De Elmir from Into The Light Once Again, and Noah from Survive As The Hero's Wife.. ooh, and also!! Aaron, from The Trash Life of The Second Princess <3

Y'know what? fuck it, I've seen @sidra-29 and @elychee ask for being matched with characters, so i though "lmao what if i asked to be matched up" so here we are!! 😋

INFO BELOW !!

MY LOVE LANGUAGE —

My love languages have to be physical touch and acts of service. I'm someone who's not that vocal about things, so I very much like to do things for my s/o instead, such as making them food, cleaning, and taking care of any plants if we had them. I'm pretty touch-starved, so I really like hugging and holding hands, but i will refrain from doing so if my s/o doesn't want to.

MY S/O'S LOVE LANGUAGE —

Although I don't mind any love language for my s/o to have, I'd really like for them to have either words of affirmation or physical touch as one of their love languages, as I, of course, am a touch-starved person. But I want them to know when to refrain from doing so, such as whenever i'm angry.

MY PERSONALITY OVERVIEW —

I'm someone who's naturally negative and anxious, but hopeful. I'm pretty stubborn when it comes to my beliefs, but I try to be open minded. I easily get attached to people I'm close to. I'm unfortunately easy to anger and sensitive, so I tend to be angry and fuss over little things, but I feel horrible if I snap at people after calming down,so I usually distance myself from said person. Unfortunately, I'm a people pleaser at heart, I want validation and praise from anyone and everyone.

MY S/O'S PERSONALITY OVERVIEW —

I don't really look for much in my partner's personality, but I want them to he patient and stubborn, I want them to still stay when i try to distance myself from them whenever I get angry/snap at them. I want them to be supportive of my hobbies and dreams, too. I want someone who's willing to listen but also can keep up with my rambling.

MY HOBBIES —

I love reading, listening to music, cooking, writing, and sleeping. yeah, basic stuff, but I really don't have a lot of energy to do things that would exhaust me. Although I'd love to try out gardening and baking, I'm afraid of screwing up and destroying my plants or ruining my food.

STYLE —

I don't mind or care about whatever my partner wears, they wear suits? Cool! They wear dresses? Pop off! my partner can wear whatever they want to, and the same goes for me. But the way I currently dress is pretty much like a dark cottagecore-esque kind of aesthetic? But I really want to wear lolita and ouji clothing once I have enough money to buy those clothes.

[jeweledflowers]

𝐂𝐲𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬. || 𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙯𝙚 𝙍𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙣.

warnings; illness, death, grief and depression.

𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠..𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘦; 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘺.

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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐧 feels like she's on constant babysitting duty.

Can you take care of yourself for one day? She's always running after you. You're so impulsive!

'You need to think things over.' She scolds you, after wrapping your hands in gauze since you spontaneously climbed a tree and returned with thorns and bleeding hands. 'Honestly.'

You're her maid, and yet she keeps chasing you here and there.

She doesn't even know why-there's nothing special about you!

But something about you draws her in. The purity, perhaps, or the spontaneous spirit. The way that during 400 years of her life, she heard tales about you searching desperately for her, then passing the mission on to your family after you had to leave. She fell in love with you a little more when she heard that. You were a mere maid, risking upsetting the Emperor just to devotedly look for Charlize.

'Don't you ever think things over?' She asks you, while you pull the strands of her hair back and tie it at the back of her head. 'Before doing them?'

'But that ruins the fun of it.' You protest. 'It's like, something comes in my mind, something daring and fun, so beautiful; if I stop to think it over it ruins the fun of it. Haven't you ever felt that way, Miss?'

No, Charlize had not. She soberly shook her head. She was a calm, calculated woman, a woman of ruthless intelligence and sharp intellect, who planned each and every move so throughly yet so quickly. 'No, I haven't.'

'Oh, Miss!' You gasp. 'Oh Miss, how much you miss!'

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Charlize storms into her room, her face a black storm. You've been her friend and maid for two years and recognize the symptoms--she's been to see her family.

'Miss?' You tentatively peek into her room. 'Are you alright?'

Charlize glances up and her eyes brighten at the sight of you. 'Come in. I feel ill, the doctor said I have a fever.'

You watch her with empathic eyes. 'You saw the doctor?'

She nods. 'Yes, just on my way back.'

You stride into her room without care, as though it is your own, and place your hand on her forehead. She closes her eyes. It's...nice.

You set down a plate of food in front of her. 'You missed dinner, at the palace, but you didn't eat anything with your family, did you?' You fix her with a stern gaze and she avoids your eyes. God...why ask if you know the answer?!

She takes a bite of the sandwiche with a murmured 'thank you'. It's the best thing she's ever tasted--the meat is red and the spice is just right, but her stomach doesn't agree with her mouth's assessment of the quality. Her fever causes her appetite to drastically decrease, and she stumbles, restraining herself from throwing up the food.

Without her notice, several other maids are there. You must've called for help. They tuck her into bed, fretting over her high temperature and her shallow, heaving breaths. She doesn't see you amongst this crew of maids, and it causes her to feel strangely...dissatisfied.

It soon turns out that Charlize's 'fever' is not a fever, it's a severe disease for which finding a cure is difficult and rare. She rarely eats, or leaves her bed. You and Dylan take it in turns to attend to her bedside--Dylan softly talking to her and bringing her books that she likes in the morning, and you giving her flowers and sleeping on her bedside, keeping her company all throughout the night.

Until Dylan gives her news--you left to go find the cure. Charlize can hear her heartbeat thumping in her ears. The 'cure' is a tea made of specific herbs that only grow in the wild, untended mountainous area of the Empire. Even worse, there is a notorious forest in the mountains that contains these herbs.

In Charlize's past life, it's where Dylan tried to go, to get a cure for his mother, but he couldn't even get into the middle of the woods because of how dangerous it is in there. You're not a tyrant like Dylan, you're not a swordsmaster like Charlize. What will happen to you?

To be fair...when Charlize hears this piece of news is when she can admit it. She loves you. She loves you more than she ever loved or will love anyone or anything. Her life was once so bare and it's now decorated with the various aspects of your personality. Your humor, your smile, your sadness, your anger, that wild look in your eyes when you get a particularly crazy idea; she loves all of it. She's not trying to change the negative aspects of your personality, she loves all of you, and she prays that you'll love all of her too.

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You battle for your life everyday in this damn forest.

'It's all for Charlize,' You tell yourself, every night and every morning. Every time you curl up on the makeshift bed of leaves and wake up with the imprint of the grass on your cheek. Every time you kill a wild beast intent on making mincemeat of you. Every time a poisonous creature bites you and you just barely get the poison out in time.

All for Charlize.

You love Charlize, you honestly do. You think it's almost wrong to set one's heart on a person like you've set yours on Charlize. You've always admired the ruthless genius, but admiration is not always akin to love; you love the way she wipes your face, wraps your hands, carries you to the palace when you break your bones during a very dangerous stunt. She doesn't disaude your wild tendencies; she encourages you to be free and chaotic as long as you're safe.

When you truly love someone, you're willing to make the biggest of mistakes for them.

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It's been almost three months since you left.

And Charlize's condition is absolutely dire now. She can barely muster up enough energy to keep her eyelids open. Dylan is in despair, the maids are constantly teary eyed, and the entire palace falls into gloom and depression.

Meanwhile, you finally spot the herbs that you needed. In this hell of a forest, you hadn't found it for three months and had begun to give up, but now resolution grips you tightly. You look up at the great, looming mass of grey mountain rock on top of which the herbs lie. You're no expert climber, but you still have to try.

Except..one thing.

Michaelmas daisies.

You know, some flowers are just better kept close.

With the flowers in your pocket, you determinedly start the trek. It's well until you reach the very top, where the rocks are the steepest. You're almost there, you've grabbed the herbs, you've done it!-except, when you turn back to go down, exhilaration spreading throughout you, exhaustion overtakes your body and--

Your footing slips.

The fall seems to last an eternity, and once you hit the ground, you know, you've broken your neck. You won't last long. Your lungs and your heart are caving in on you, your head feeling like it's going to split in half. Your body is seizing up, experiencing terrible pain. How long you lay there, waiting, writhing in intense agony and pain, finally, you feel death coming for you.

You save your last thought for Charlize. Her laugh, her cold stares, her books, the way she clumsily tries to arrange bouquets. You remembered a hike you two had taken up a hill once, when you were barely 17. The two of you had sat in the cool breeze, eating and lounging, gazing at each other in silence, one's hand inching towards the other's until they clasped together, when it had been the two of you against the world.

You want that time back. You want to hold Charlize close, you want to eat with her one last time, you want to walk in the gardens and chase each other. You want to be there on the day Charlize achieves her goals, you want to be there for her every birthdate, and you want to be there for her last day too, so you two spend it together.

Most of all, you want to tell her that you love her.

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Charlize, although by now very weak, feels something is wrong and implores Dylan to send someone to find you. He relents after some persuasion, and once he receives news of your death he doesn't know what to do. How is he supposed to tell Charlize? The people who race to him, with your broken body in a coffin, give him the herb, and give him the flowers. He orders the herb to be made into a tea instantly, and gives the flowers to Mary, another one of Charlize's maids, to be given to her.

Charlize cannot stomach it. You're gone, just like that? Gone? What about your room, pictures of you two over the walls? Gone? What about the paintings you two spent time painting, laughing and smearing paint all over each other, paintings that she still has? Gone? What about your vivacious, impulsive presence, the brightness you bring to her life, can she live without it?

The answer is so simple, even if you wanted her to live...

She can't. She really can't. She'd rather not live without you.

The maids bring the tea to her bedside. 'My lady! You'll be better now! Please, drink this-'

So noisy.

She reaches out and smashes the cup to the floor. The maids shriek, 'My lady! Why did you do that-! Oh, my lady!'

Now this is the last straw. Her condition, which is already so frail, takes drastic effect in her body. She coughs and throws up blood. Her body violently seizes up, and she pulls Mary close.

'Mary... I don't have much time left... but I'm leaving one final request.'

Mary understands that it's Charlize's time to go, and she nods with tear stained cheeks. 'Anything, my lady. Anything.'

'Don't...don't hold any kind of separate, grand funeral for me..just bury me in the same funeral procession as that of their's...'

Mary understands 'their's' to mean you, and she sighs. 'I will make sure of it, my lady. Please rest. There's... no need to talk.'

She regrets nothing, absolutely nothing, what does her revenge matter next to you?

Charlize closes her eyes, breathing her last, and curls her fingers around the Michaelmas daisies.

Farewell.

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THIS IS SO BAD WKEJWJS

anyways.

hope you liked it mwahaha

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Tags; @d10nsaint, @writerinthedeepwoods, @mysticmeena, @itzkeii.

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I believe Medea and Charlize has the same attitude

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[angelsodreamy-no2]

i've been seeing way too many FLs with blond hair so i want to give some appreciation & love to those who aren't :

Penelope Eckart

Charlize Ronan

Melissa Podebright

Medea Solon

Yerenica Lebovny

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[webtoon9715]

Dylan is the true definition of "prince" 👑👑👑

Webtoon name: I tamed a tyrant and ran away (폭군을 길들이고 도망쳐버렸다)

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THINGS TO SCRIPT: CHARLIZE RONAN EDITION

Your beauty and aura makes you look like a fairy.

You have fairy DNA.

Despite your enchanting beauty, you’re the best swordsman out there.

You’re extremely adept and talented in magic.

You’re freely able to communicate with and befriend fairies.

With your years of endless knowledge and given advice, people wonder if you have lived through two lives.

You can easily persuade people.

You easily know every song that was made and their meanings.

You subconciously subtly seduce people you’re romantically attracted to.

You know a lot about flowers and what they do to the human body, poisonous or not.

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Women in uniform really makes me feel things 🦋🦋🦋