𝐑𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐍𝐘𝐑𝐀 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓 if the corset was pulled any tighter.

She had already thrown up twice that morning, nervousness tossing her stomach. The jewels that hung around her neck were constraining, albeit gorgeous.

The assurance that her father chose her as heir made her feel secure. Lords of the realm would have no choice but to bend the knee.

"You look rather greensick," Nerissa said when she entered the room. Rhaenyra smiled in relief. Her cousin was dressed richly, as was typical of her. Nerissa wore the colors of her house, decorated with fine pearls in the hemming.

One could mistake her for a princess.

"I expected you here hours ago," Rhaenyra said. Nerissa shrugged in response, plopping down onto the velvet couch.

"I took Sōnnax flying," Nerissa said. Rhaenyra frowned, turning back to face the mirror.

"And you thought not to invite me?" Rhaenyra said. Nerissa eyed down the maid, beginning to arrange Rhaenyra's hair.

"I shall do it," Nerissa announced, dismissing the maids. Her slender fingers combed through her cousin's silver blonde locs. Oddly enough, Nerissa never envied the hair color as she maintained her own black hair with the valyrian purple eyes made her enthralling.

Nerissa made quick work of Rhaenyra's hair, securing it into a braided crown.

"I am sure my handmaid could have done this much," Rhaenyra said.

"Yes, but my work is perfect." Nerissa retorted.

From the pocket of her breasts, Nerissa pulled out the ruby necklace, sliding it around Rhaenyra's neck.

"This is...beautiful Neri." Rhaenyra gasped out. The gems glittered on her pale skin.

"I know it," Nerissa said smugly. Rhaenyra turned to face her cousin, as the hour of her crowning drew closer.

"What if I am to fail, to embarrass my house?" Rhaenyra said softly. Nerissa hastily placed her hands on her cousin's rounded cheeks.

"The Gods shall guide your way, Nyra," Nerissa assured. The maids entered once more, holding the rest of Rhaenyra's fittings.

"Your grace!"Nerissa curtsied enthusiastically.

"Go on you!" Rhaenyra shooed her away, giggling.

Leaving the room, Nerissa bounced through the halls. Surley her family had already arrived.

"You should not run." Criston Cole's voice rang out.

Such a stiff man he was, posted there like a wooden toy. Nerissa halted herself, turning to the Dornish knight.

"My apologies ser, 'tis a joyous day," Nerissa said. Her sweet voice made Criston Cole falter a little. It was true what they said about the velaryon girl; Her voice was indeed honeyed by the Gods.

"I would say so." The voice of Daemon Targaryen cut in. Nerissa wondered how the man always managed to slither his way around her, unnoticed at that.

Criston Cole assumed his previous position, in respect of the prince. Nerissa silently cursed herself, had she not lingered around childishly, she would not have to deal with him.

"Do you not have somewhere to be, a brothel perhaps?" Nerissa grumbled out. Daemon smirked, taking the liberty of moving closer to her.

"As you said, my lady," Daemon said. His fingers toyed with her dark curls as Nerissa's breath quickened.

He was doing it again. She hated it so.

"Tell me this, Nerissa," Daemon spoke again. "Do you think the men in the realm will accept Rhaenyra as heir?"

Nerissa's hand flicked Daemon's away from her face. Surely he was just here to waste her time, as usual.

"How could I know?" Nerissa responded flippantly. "I am no man."

Daemon hummed out with a knowing smile. The same one he had given her that night.

"Much to your father's dismay."

It was a thought Nerissa wished not to visit. Her father loved her,no one could deny that fact.

"Ser Cole, would you walk me to the throne room?" Nerissa said suddenly, tugging on the knight's arm.

"Does he bother you often, my lady?" Ser Criston asked tentatively. Nerissa's hand tightened around him.

As they reached the threshold Nerissa looked across the many lords and their houses for her own.

"I suppose I am an easy target for him," Nerissa responded. The knight looked down at her for a moment. She was only ten and three years old, however, he could not help but notice the air of allure surrounding Nerissa; Had he imagined it? How her small hand clung to his arm for protection?

Catching a glimpse of the white curls belonging to her sister, Nerissa ran off to greet her, leaving Cole with his thoughts.

"Did you bring me anything from Braavos?" Nerissa questioned Laena eagerly, who rolled her eyes in response.

"Honestly, you have no shame," Laena said. Her sister found no fault in asking for material things, a spoiled thing she was.

But alas, Laena had indeed brought her sister something but that was for a later time.

"Daemon is participating in today's tourney," Laenor added as he approached his sisters. Laena's eyes sparkled with expectancy whilst Nerissa's attention turned towards her parents.

The feelings of bitterness from them were not completely lost on Nerissa. Her mother was denied the crown and had carried the burn with her ever since. Her father never shrunk to mention that it should have been their mother on the iron throne.

But why could they not see that Rhaenyra was accomplishing a feat that had not yet been seen? A woman on the throne surely should have satisfied her mother. Nerissa's mind spun regarding the specifics.

One thing she knew for certain was that Princess Nerissa would've sounded quite pleasant.

"I hope there is cake today," Nerissa said absentmindedly, to no one in particular.

The siblings took their place by their parents; Laena on the left and Laenor standing to the right. Nerissa stood in front of them all, wishing to garner the best view of the ceremony.

A hush fell over the room as King Viserys entered. He hobbled his way to the Iron throne, the queen Alicent by his side. Aegon was far off to the side, clearly drunk. Little Helaena and Aemond stood by their mother.

And there, entered Princess Rhaenyra--She was radiant and her jewels sparkled in the sun's rays. In the middle sat the necklace Nerissa had gifted her, something akin to pride swelled in her.

May each lord swear their loyalty to Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen, First of her name." King Visyeres spoke. "The heir to the Iron Throne."

Nerissa looked to her father in hopes he would be the first to pledge his allegiance. He remained upright, much to her confusion.

Instead, it was the lord of House Baratheon who bent the knee alongside his lady wife. Beside them was a young girl a little older than Nerissa it seemed. Her hair was long and black as the night, with sea-green eyes.

Soon, the other lords fell to their knees as well, forcing the Sea Snake to follow suit. Nerissa held the gaze of her cousin in assurance. Rhaenyra needed not fear what men thought of her--To Nerissa, she was the very picture of a Valyarian goddess.

And so she bent the knee to her future, the ruler of the realm. Her Queen.

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The resounding sounds of excitement swept throughout the seats of highborn lords and ladies, each hungry to see a good showing.

At the center of the merriment was the delight and the siren, seated in the front of the arena. Nerissa hated tourneys, she found no particular joy in senseless violence. She found solace in her wine cup to keep the energy.

"One wonders who shall emerge victorious?" Rhaenyra asked. Nerissa pursed her lips in thought.

"I am sure Ser Harwin shall win his game," Nerissa commented. Her bright eyes watched the armored horses take their places.

"Oh, but I do hope the horses will be alright," She added, causing her cousin to giggle. "I feel so sorry for them, I can hardly bear it!"

The princess's gaze attached itself to Daemon atop his horse, captured by his dragon armor.

"I hope my uncle wins his round," Rhaenyra said, fiddling with her necklace. Nerissa resisted the urge to roll her eyes. It was clear her cousin carried some sort of flame for the man, and she worried greatly for the girl.

Daemon loved his games, Nerissa knew that better than most. Meanwhile, his wife was left unto herself in the Vale whilst he bedded whoever he pleased. Rhaenyra surely could give her affections to one much more worthy and kind.

So, she drank more wine until she felt a certain buzz. Nerissa began to relax, watching on as knight after knight jousted, some winning and others losing horribly.

Daemon Targaryen was up next, much to Rhaenyra's thrill. He brought his brown horse to the front, removing his helm to look at the girls.

"My Princess." He addressed Rhaenyra, causing the girl's face to redden profusely. Daemon's eyes shifted to Nerissa. Her violet irises flickered to his lance as he raised it in her direction.

He was mocking her, Nerissa was sure.

"Might I have the Siren's favor?" Dameon asked. Nerissa could feel the Rhaenyra turn to her in confusion. The Targaryen girl fully expected her uncle to ask for her favor. A slight jealousy boiled inside Rhaenyra.

Hesitantly, Nerissa leaned over to toss the flower crown over the lance. Daemon did not dare break away from her face.

"Take care to not fall from your horse, my prince," Nerissa said, fighting hard to sound civil.

Daemon's eyes sparkled in amusement, annoyance did not suit Nerissa's sweet face.

"Perhaps when I win, you could sing for me?" Daemon asked. At this, Nerissa scoffed.

She took back to her seat by Rhaenyra, who looked less than pleased.

"He's fond of you, I think," Rhaenyra commented.

"Fond of bullying me rather," Nerissa said. They watched the clashing of swords as Daemon easily bested the House Hightower knight.

Rhaenyra did not respond, clapping excitedly and cheering for her uncle. Nerissa offered a politely dim clap.

"Issa ao issa rāpa syt." Nerissa said. 'It is you he is soft for.' Her high valyrian was gentle. She did not care to speak it often, but Rhaenyra always said her voice sounded sweeter in the language.

"Se sesīr sīr,Daemon ēza zȳhon kirimves lēda tolie." Rhaenyra whispered, remembering her father was not too far behind her. 'And even so, Daemon has his fun with others.'

Fun with others indeed. Nerissa shivered, forcing herself to immerse into the festivities.

Ser Harwin Strong made his way to the front, causing Nerissa to grin bashfully. She could hardly be held responsible for her girlish feelings. He was quite large and rather pleasant to be around.

"If it is no offense to the lady of Driftmark, I would be honored to have the Princess Rhaenyra's favor." Ser Harwin asked.

Despite her warmth for the knight, Nerissa found herself rather impartial to his request. How could she not? The blushed expression of her cousin was quite amusing.

"Of course, it isn't Ser," Nerissa said, eyeing Harwin down. "She is your future queen after all."

Rhaenyra stood to toss her flowers onto Ser Harwin's lance, bidding him well wishes.

"My father will marry me off, sooner rather than later." Rhaenyra said,eyes fixed on the joust. Nerissa gave a huff of displeasure.

"Do not dampen the mood with such talk!" Nerissa watched Ser Harwin jab the opposing knight in the shoulder, not quite knocking him off the horse. She grasped the hand of Rhaenyra in anxiety.

Rhaenyra longed to continue the talk, to voice her worries regarding the weight of her future. Nerissa hated the subject of marriage and was quick to cut off anyone who suggested a proposal.

Instead, she held Nerissa's hand tighter, savoring the warm moment.

Harwin took an exchanged jab to his waist, and both girls gasped. But he recovered quickly and continued on.

"Why didn't Laena sit with us?" Rhaenyra asked.

Another blow was given to the other knight and the crowd cheered on.

"She says we chatter far too much," Nerissa responded.

And with one final hit, Ser Harwin emerged as the winner. Nerissa was quick to jump up, cheering and whooping far louder than anyone else, and Rhaenyra followed the same.

By the King, Queen Alicent shot them a disapproving glance. Such silly girls,not at all minding themselves.

Upon his win, Ser Harwin returns to the girls,who eagerly look down to him. Removing the crown, he placed it atop Princess Rhaenyra's silver-gold head.

"My Queen of love and beauty." Ser Harwin affirmed. Nerissa smiled,adjusting the flower crown on Rhaenyra's head.

"Meleys!" Nerissa declared proudly. "Goddess of love!"

"So you do read the histories then?" Rhaenyra giggled. Nerissa shrugged.

"I read what little is interesting."

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Nerissa must have gorged herself with more cake than was humanly possible. The feast was grand by all accounts, the king had spared no expense when it came to his daughter, his heir.

Rhaenyra sat in the middle of the table whilst Nerissa sat to the side with her family. Despite the distance, the girls were very well communicating. They watched as Daemon danced with Laena, the two seeming rather flirtatious.

Nerissa looked at Rhaenyra again and nodded. Bouncing up from her seat, she rushed to grab her cousin.

"You know I am not a dancer, Neri!" Rhaenyra whined. Nerissa pushed passed the people in order to make way onto the floor.

"Just follow me," Nerissa responded. They grabbed hands, entering into a close sway.

"If I was betrothed to your brother, we'd be real sisters," Rhaenyra commented, watching Laenor dance with some other lady, although his gaze was kept onto his Knight, Ser Joffrey.

Nerissa hummed, briefly spinning Rhaenyra around. "I'm sure my father would love that."

"My father seems to think becoming a wife would mellow me out," Rhaenyra said.

In truth, there were few people in the realm that could possibly mellow the princess, and Laenor was certainly not one of them.

"Something occurred to me," Nerissa said, Rhaenyra brought her a little closer.

"If I were a man, we'd likely be wed." Nerissa was not entirely sure where the thought came from, but she thought it fitting to say. A slight bubble of worry crept inside of her.

"Ah yes, you and I are the perfect pair." Rhaenyra giggled.

Nerissa guided Rhaenyra through a few more dances afterward. Every step felt natural, as she was quite the dancer. She decided that leading a dance was much more fun than following.

"Might I interrupt?" Daemon asked. Nerissa found herself instantly cold, the warmth of Rhaenyra's hands leaving hers.

Nerissa crossed her arms, unamused. Rhaenyra tugged onto Daemon's hand to dance. But not before he leaned down to Nerissa's ear.

"You look lovely, with that expression." Daemon whispered, causing Nerissa to jerk back.

Was it not just minutes ago Daemon was dancing with her sister? And now he takes Rhaenyra once more.

Gods damn that man.

For her cousin's sake, she smiled, shooing Rhaenyra away. The bitter feeling had not left her though.

Was it Daemon? Perhaps somewhere in her soul, she longed for him. He had asserted she enjoyed their kiss that night.

Was that right? She couldn't wholly remember.

Grabbing a wine cup from a serving tray, she downed the liquid in a healthy gulp. It didn't cause her any less confusion.

"What would his wife think,I wonder." Another voice spoke. Lord Jason Lannister of Casterly Rock.

Nerissa knew naught regarding them save for their lions. She quite liked lions though, gorgeous creatures.

"My lord," Nerissa greeted politely. She had never spoken to the man before today, but he knew her father. Honestly, she was a little relieved to have someone speaking to her.

"May the Gods bless Lady Rhea, for enduring him," Nerissa said, the wine made her words a little loose.

Lord Jason glanced at Nerissa for a while,comley thing she was. A young girl with a spirit that didn't quite match her ladyship. He recalled an earlier conversation he had with some of the lords she had rejected.

A teasing nymph, they called her.

"From what I have heard, you've endured him just fine." Lord Jason said.

Nerissa's hand tightened around her cup. She had thought the story would've been quickly forgotten.

"I'm...not sure what you are referring to." She managed out. Nerissa looked out to her brother, hoping for some repose. Laenor was much too drunk to take notice.

And Lord Jason had taken the liberty of taking a step closer to her. So she shrunk into herself, pathetically she could admit.

"Find other ladies to bother with your company Ser."

Nerissa looked to see Lord Boremund Baratheon's daughter. She had a willowy frame, dressed in her own house's colors. But it was the stern oceanic eyes Nerissa remembered from earlier.

"Excuse me, girl?" Lord Jason sputtered out. The girl raised a sharp brow.

"I am hardly interested in repeating myself." She said.

Lord Jason muttered something unintelligible, walking off.

"Thank you," Nerissa said. "He proved quite persistent."

The girl scoffed. "He is an old cunt." It made Nerissa snort.

"You are of House Baratheon,clearly." Nerissa said.

"I am called Veyra."

She committed the name to memory.

"I am Nerissa."

Veyra smiled, her eyes looking at Nerissa's dark hair.

"I know, you are quite popular," Veyra said.

For some odd reason, Nerissa felt bashful, not wanting to embarrass herself.

"I am learning of such things today," Nerissa said.

Veyra watched Rhaenyra dance from the side. "I've seen you fly over Storm's end with your dragon once."

That night, Nerissa found a new kinship in her fellow lady, finding she had much in common with the Baratheon girl.

A/N: Fun fact! I finished writing this months ago and never edited it until now. (srry)

Take a shot every time Nerissa has a gay subconscious thought