”Sister of the foul mouthed nettles.”

a title that Nashali didn't quite appreciate; she would always politely correct the people who addressed her as such, calling herself 'The half sister of the wild bastard.' a reminder she was poise, gentle and legitimately born after her father rushed into marriage thinking her mother was a noble and well that marriage ended in an annulment and Nashali being casted aside by her father who went off to sire 'noble blooded' children with a woman from dorne as nashali prided herself on her dornish heritage the only one she acknowledged but being raised in spice town in lowly conditions not fit of a beauty like herself nashali could only bare the name a mix of her mother and father's heritage alongside a necklace she received before her mother died leaving nashali and nettles thriving on their own

whilst nettles turned to thievery, foul mouthed arguments and disputes from a young age nashali aimed for a higher life separating from her sister throughout the years seeking a marriage with a noble or perhaps a prince of power who could treat nashali as the princess she is not stained by the dirty titles her sister bore with devilish grins sent nashali's way which is how nashali found herself intertwined with you a prince, the son of rhaenyra the future queen of the seven kingdoms and nashali was positive she would be upgraded to your princess, a wife to bear you many rich heirs that could possibly mend the drift between dorne and the kingdoms– she was a delusional woman, but a pretty one at that with ambitions

"My love, My prince.. perhaps I could meet lady rhaenyra?" Nashali practically croons, as she approaches you her smooth hands going to your rather tense shoulders the cold sting of her pure gold rings a testament against the warm sun that shines down upon you both accentuating her beauty whilst her lips find your cheek a coy smile coming on those red tinted lips of hers that seem to curl up into a cheeky smile when she pulls back fingertips slowly pressing downwards