Nysselos recalled the day as if it were yesterday. He was adventuring, as per usual, upon his boat, "The Hearty Diamond" it had been a gift for his five-and-tenth name-day, and he had kept it in great shape over the years, fifteen years in fact, he was thirty now.

But some things can't be helped, pirates were greedy fellows compared to Nysselos generous behaviours, and despite Nysselos offering them whatever they wanted of his wealth on the account that his ship and friends remained unharmed, they cared not. Nysselos traveled with only two other people, his closest companion, a man from Braavos named Jorodos and his cousin, Erlissa. Which meant they were easily overpowered by the pirates.

Nysselos couldn't remember much after their refusal to just take his coin. But he remembered waking up, clung to a piece of wood and drifting along the sea until he washed ashore upon an island. And then she came. Like a Goddess, she descended from the skies upon her dragon, landing infront of him. A Princess she had said, that was what she was. A daughter of King Jaehaerys I Targaryen. She was Valyrian, and from Westeros.

She had saved him that day, a kind and friendly woman she was. Nysselos was kept in the Red Keep under her care, and he heard many of the servants speculate that he was her paramour. He wasn't. But if he was, he wouldn't complain. Not when his heart swelled with so much love for her.

Nysellos was unwed, he focused more on adventuring than women. But the Princess.... she was so much different. She made Nysellos think of ceasing all adventures just to cater to her. Nysellos wasn't a noble of Westeros, but he was a noble of Lys, a wealthy one with Valyrian blood. So his chances weren't too slim.

Nysellos smiled at the thought, flipping through the pages of the book he was reading within his chambers in the Red Keep. Nysellos heard the door open, and curiously glanced up, only for his heart to flutter as he seen who stood in the doorway.

"Princess."

Nysellos greeted, smiling joyfully at her.