PIT OF VIPERS| A Fire and Blood fanfic

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ

❝ ᴍʏ ɢᴏᴅ, ᴍʏ ɢᴏᴅ, ᴡʜʏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴏʀꜱᴀᴋᴇɴ ᴍᴇ?"

"ᴡʜʏ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴏ ꜰᴀʀ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ꜱᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ,

ꜱᴏ ꜰᴀʀ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴍʏ ᴄʀɪᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴀɴɢᴜɪꜱʜ?❝

--Let it be known that help would never find her, Nerissa; Nevermore.

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THE DESPERATION TO SAVE ONE'S HOUSE had consumed the Sea Snake.

House Velaryon's bloodline would fall at the hands of its only male, Laenor Velaryon, whose affliction was known by many.

A newborn babe, a boy, would be Lord Corlys' saving grace. The Princess Rhaenys made her discomfort heard but bent in favor of the crashing waves of persuasion. Her womb soon swelled, carrying the aspirations of her lord husband.

One blistering summer, 106 years after Aegon's conquest , first of his name, came not a son, but a plump and healthy daughter.

It is said that the goddess Tesserion, in all of her pure beauty, emerged from the sea and, therefore came the child of Driftmark.

The lady Nerissa Velaryon, first of her name. An overwhelmingly charming girl.

With her violet eyes and Baratheon hair, Nerissa Velaryon was the envy of all.

At the time of her birth, a dragon egg was placed in her crib; It was a pale white thing rimmed with gold; A gift from Silverwing's clutch. The girl soon became a dragon rider at ten years of age. Her mount was the hatchling she called Sōnnax, a she-dragon with a snowy body and horns crested in gold.

Nerissa grew to be a comely girl, loose and lofty; A sure horror to her father and all highborn women. Many lords in the realm had asked for her hand in marriage and fought for her honor.

They were all fiercely rejected by her, yet entertained all the same.

A close friendship was found with The Princess Rhaenyra, her cousin. Nerissa was extremely fond of the girl, rarely leaving her side. The uniqueness of their relationship was often called into question.

At the age of eight and ten, Nerissa grew into her own, wild and unchaste. She neglected the lessons of septa's and often spent her time flying and mixing with the common folk, whom she was loved by. Nerissa loved to dance and had a voice made for song; honeyed and melodic.

She was a lady with a man's mind, promiscuous in her ways, outdrinking anyone who would challenge her.

A man's mind indeed. But Nerissa Velaryon would never be a son.

And like all girls her age, she would be betrothed to whatever man pleased her father the most.

In 129 AC, the war of dragons was in full pursuit—three queens with true motives known only unto themselves.

Rhaenyra Targaryen;The Black queen, Alicent Hightower,The Green queen, and Nerissa Velaryon;The Viper queen

Nerissa Veleyron.

                        The Siren Of Driftmark.

                                                                      Rider of Sōnnax, the White Flash.

                                                                                                                                           A Reluctant Bride.

Mother, hear me when I say I've been wanting, starving for something larger than my own being.

"I starved at your side."

My father's sharp wit took root in me, and I sank my teeth gladly.

I am ravenous and now I am alone, but I am no longer hungry.

My gluttony is that of a pit of vipers, constricting and swallowing their prey whole.

Tell me now how to beg for mercy, forgiveness is unbecoming of me.

"Father tell me then, which should I regret?"

"What I became? "Or what I did not?"

–Dance Of Dragons, Fire and Blood

As told by Archmaester Gyldayn.