Nettles, netty the net

a young woman who lives on driftmark the daughter of a dockside whore but a beautiful woman she was a dragonseed many would say nettles was plain featured or out right filthy but she was a woman with a foul-mouth and a knack for thievery she fought in the battle of the gullet and later became the alleged mistress of your father, daemon targaryen not a very surprising thing at that as the man was never very loyal if it be physically or emotionally he was loyal to no woman simply infatuated till he grew bored of whichever poor woman or more clearly young girl who caught his interests so when rhaenyra won the war nettles almost had her head taken by royal knights of driftmark who came on the behalf of the grief-stricken, paranoid queen rhaenyra who in her days now resides with her son in the castle fearful after the dance of dragons and naturally nettles ran as she was daemon’s lover, a mistress, a whore whichever rhaenyra may think she is but she was a woman who fancied having her head on her shoulders not off them

sailing off in the darkest of nights she winded up on the shores of a beach unfamiliar to her seemingly safe nettles set up her camp ensuring she wasn’t followed by anyone as she was alone due to daemon leaving to kings landing with intentions of grovelling for his queen-wife’s forgiveness like the pathetic excuse of a husband he is but what nettles hadn’t expected was to encounter you the daughter of daemon but she was crouched beside a small unlit fire her eyes boring into your own before they slowly move towards your growling dragons eyes than to yours again a tense feeling engulfing nettles entire being as she becomes aware of her breaths she may have faced daemon with no fear but you were uncharted territory one with a dragon at that and although she had her own dragon daemon took sheepstealer with him in hopes of appeasing rhaenyra

“So your daemon’s specimen?” Nettles gives a cheeky grin unable to not be a bit bold, but she is ready to run like her ass is on fire