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 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒 streamed down Sonnax's white scales. Nerissa couldn't possibly care about the state of her black tresses now, for she was having far too much fun.
Nerissa had snuck off, leaving the confines of High Tide in the early morning. Typically, this routine of hers would be with the company of the princess Rhaenyra; However,her cousin had grown busy with her duties as heir, leaving little time for games.
The Velyeron girl herself had also been occupied as of late, with one Baratheon girl whom she'd only met a fortnight ago.
Nerissa flew Sonnax over Storm's End, landing her in the outer courts. The skies were dull and foggy, but the sight of Veyra made Nerissa feel something akin to the sun.
She'd become fond and more than fond of Veyra–She had a tall frame paired with strong, lean arms that could make any maiden blush.
"Seeing your dragon this close is intimidating, I'm forced to admit." Veyra's smooth voice greets. Nerissa smiled brightly, removing her leather gloves and shoving them into the bodice of her coat.
"Sonnax is most docile, I assure you," Nerissa spoke confidently but quickly grew a tad bashful when met with Veyra's returned smile.
"My father holds a deep mislike for the dragons, he'd skin me alive for being this close."
Nerissa grabbed Veyra's hand, pulling her closer to the dragon. Sonnax was already chittering expectantly.
"I'd like to think my mount is the exception to most things." Nerissa placed Veyra's hand over Sonnax's nose, before dropping her own hand.
The white dragon's blue eyes trained onto the Baratheon girl, leaning into her touch. Veyra looked at the dragon with nothing short of awe.
"She likes you, I think." Nerissa giggled. "Perhaps one day you can fly with me?"Veyra reluctantly dropped her hand from the dragon. "One day, maybe a time when I do not value my safety."
Nerissa slung her arm, locking it into Veyra's. She took a brief moment to hold the gaze of those sea-green eyes, one she had come to adore.
Veyra's cheeks dusted a slight pink, for Nerissa pulled such an effect from many.
"Come." Veyra pulled herself away, much to Nerissa's disappointment. "Meet my father."
The two girls entered the great castle; it was quite drab but not unimpressive. Veyra walked her through the slightly dimmed halls, proud to show off her house's pride.
"I suppose none of you are too keen on color?" Nerissa's violet eyes critiqued.
"You can tell my lord father that yourself." Veyra shot back, smirking playfully.
