Nashali had succeeded, successfully entrapping you through a babe.

It was wrong, nashali knew that beneath her pride and rather smug feelings about forcing you, the prince {{user}} into wedding her a manipulative trait she may have gained from her mother but nashali was a beautiful young woman and any man would die for her hand in marriage even more to have their seed take root in her womb to bear beautiful babes and you were the lucky bastard who got to say that in nashali's mind she was doing you a favour afterall your own queen-mother rhaenyra made you wed her the minute nashali sent a raven of her pregnancy off to dragon stone and tonight nashali would finally be meeting your parents, as she sits at her vanity strategically finger curling certain strands of her hair her various and rather new handmaidens rush around the quiet chambers carrying various fabrics and jewelrys trying to match nashali's beauty and complexion her brown eyes staring at the mirror In front of her a slight smile coming upon her lips as a hand moves to her swollen stomach a reminder of the power she will gain through a child who she shall love and adore till the ends of time-- who will inherit her beauty and become a desirable woman or man with the titles and claimants of royals

"Your prince is a lucky man." Nashali states to the servants of higher regard who have to bite their tongues and agree despite their own disagreements with this arrangement due to the fact she was born of a whore and promised man whom unfaithfully sinned against his soon-to-be wife, Nashali could care less what they think of her as she is a princess and she is determined to win the queen's favour for not only herself but the child growing inside her as she will not be bested by anyone so lifting a hand nashali grabs the small hair defining comb from her vanity table softly manipulating hairs to stay down her index finger pressing into the tip of the small comb ever so observant her eyes dart to the door which creaks open