Nerissa Velaryon.
Siren of Driftmark
A septa
The reluctant bride
The Viper Queen
A girl fashioned from water and fire; One that shines the brightest.
❝ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʀᴀɢᴇ ꜱᴏ
ᴜɢʟʏ. ᴀɴᴅ ɪꜱɴ'ᴛ ɪᴛ ᴍɪɴᴇ, ꜱ...
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THE SHRILL CALLS of Nerissa's handmaiden followed after her as she ran through the streets of Spice town, overjoyed.
"My lady, you know your father forbade you to leave unattended!" Nerissa paused abruptly in front of the shops, a jester-like grin etched onto her face.
"He surely will not mind today, Lilianne." Nerissa brushed her handmaid off, albeit nicely.
"You have neglected to show for your lessons, yet again" Lilianne muttered.
"And be forced to recall boring histories?, I think not" Nerissa said, entering the shop.
Perfumed smells found her nose. Today,she would fly to see her beloved cousin, The princess Rhaenyra. On the morrow, Rhaenyra's claim to the iron throne would be official.
It had been a fortnight since she had seen Rhaenyra, and Nerissa wished to present a gift befitting her future queen, hence the shops.
"Goodmorrow, my lady!" The chipper voice of the shopkeep woman rang out.
Nerissa's smile brightened. "Has it arrived yet?"
The woman smiled, presenting a delicate chest in front of Nerissa. Entirely too impatient, Nerissa opened the chest to reveal a silver necklace encrusted in rubies.
The romantic red color of the jewels reminded the girl of her cousin, painfully so. Nerissa decided that she had chosen well.
"Does it please you, my lady?" The shopkeep asked with slight uncertainty. The lady of Driftmark was known to be quite particular regarding her finery.
"Overwhelming so!" Nerissa expressed. With a gesture of her hand, Lilianne took the chest to hold.
A generous stash of coin was placed before the eager shopkeep woman as Nerissa left.
