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naelys' breath hitched as she exited the sept, her mind a swirling tempest of grief and confusion. the familiar sting of tears blurred her vision as she almost collided with the woman standing just outside. she hardly registered the words spoken to her, her mind too engrossed in the most hazy of memories and the overwhelming presence of king’s landing—a city that no longer felt like home. had it ever?

she still remembered the day those mighty doors swung open, and they had entered - the day rhaenyra had married.

hues of amethyst, still hazy with pools that appeared as still as a deceptively deep lake, finally focused on the concerned face before her. there was something oddly comforting about the woman’s sheepish yet empathetic expression. "oh, no, thank you. i'm... i'll be all right," naelys managed to say, her voice fragile, like glass on the verge of shattering. she wiped her eyes, though the action felt futile; for they would stain her cheeks red, and each stain felt like a hiss upon her skin.

the woman’s kindness tugged at something deep within naelys, a part of her that longed for connection amidst the overwhelming solitude of her grief. something akin to her words reminded her of the way her mother would look upon her, would try to check on her and encourage. it reminded her of what she no longer had, what her older sister would never be able to provide. “i appreciate your concern, truly,” she continued, a bit more steady now. “i was just...there were many people in that room."

naelys took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. her gaze lingered on the woman’s face, sensing an understanding there. she felt like a warm beacon, like some sort of candle; she could not help but naturally turn toward her, like a sunflower turns to the rays of the sun. “may i ask... what brings you to the sept? you don’t seem...,” she hesitated, trying to find the right words, “you don’t seem entirely at ease here. have you been standing all these hours?” she sniffed slightly, no doubt appearing pathetic.

she took a step back, giving herself and the woman a bit more space, and so she took to fiddling with the silver lace on her corset. “i’ve just returned to king’s landing and...this city is very different." naelys felt a strange mix of awkwardness and comfort in the presence of this stranger. there was an unspoken bond, a shared sense of displacement that made her feel a little less alone. “and you? are you new to the city as well?” she asked, genuinely curious about the woman who had unknowingly offered her a brief reprieve from her inner turmoil.

perhaps, in this moment of shared vulnerability, they could both find some solace. even if only for a fleeting moment.

outside the sept, dacey lingered, internally cursing herself for even ending up here in the first place. it could all have been avoided had she just opened her mouth, had not feared embarrassing her attendant and said nothing, instead meekly exiting the carriage when they had brought her here. they had been all too eager to help when she had mentioned wanting to pray that morning, assuring her they would take her where she needed to go, but instead of the godswood, they had brought her here, to a sept she had no place stepping foot in. hers were the nameless gods of the trees and wind and water, but such a thought did not seem to cross the mind of those native to king's landing.

there was nothing for it but to wait for the carriage to return. it would surely do so when the service had finished, only, dacey had no idea exactly how long these sermons could be. how long did septons speak for? what was there even to speak about? it seemed such a complicated way to worship, convoluted by song and scripture when compared to the silent, simple way of prayer she was used to. she were far too timid to use this time to explore the city, and so remaining awkwardly hovering on the steps was her only option.

the door opened, and dacey's head turned, relief flooding her that it was finally over - only it wasn't. it was not a crowd of worshippers who flooded through them, but a single woman. dacey knew that she should look away, but as was always the case when there was something you knew you should not look at, she could not stop her gaze drifting back to the woman.

and the woman noticed. when she spoke, dacey turned her attention to her fully, her expression part-sheepish, and part-apologetic. "oh, no, no, that's very kind..." she began, promptly breaking off when she got a proper look at her face. her heart immediately softened. even if there were not shining tracks on her cheeks where she had failed to completely swipe them away, dacey would have recognised the expression on her face immediately, the look of someone desperately trying to hold it together when the walls were caving in.

"i'm sorry, i know it is not my business," and it wasn't. she had clearly exited the sept to find solace in the solitary, did not need dacey prying into matters that had clearly stirred something emotional within her, and yet, dacey could not help herself. empathy stirred within her. she did not know this woman, but neither would she leave her to suffer, alone and in silence. "but are you all right? silly question," she immediately chastised herself. "but can i get anything for you? some water?"

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as much as she found a quiet comfort and a sense of gratitude in the way the lady of ninestars had attempted to make her feel less embarrassed in ruining the very point of this evening, naelys was unable to admit the fact she had not actually managed to write anything on her sunwheel yet. there was a quill and ink pot in the leather pouch she had strung over her shoulder, but she had been waiting to write her thoughts down on the riverbed - and now that was all gone.

she wordlessly swung the leather pouch back in place, beginning to take a few steps forward and looking back for ginny to catch up with her. the lady of ninestars shook her head slightly, and naelys offered nothing but a slight apologetic look, no doubt overthinking the small motion in her own mind. as she tended to make everything in her mind far bigger than it actually was.

ginny seemed to always know how to carry herself, she knew how to navigate matters and often talked herself into every conversation even if she were not in it. more often than not naelys had been on the side of the conversation, there to nod and say hello for when ginny eventually introduced her. that had happened a lot this riverlands festival. they began walking down the riverside path, with nellie reaching down to pick up a candled lantern that was no doubt supposed to stay in place. she would carry it, like a lady with a lamp.

"you know a lot of people, ginny. how?"

It happened in a flash.

Naelys stepped towards Ginevra, lips parted to speak. Then, there was a splash before a sun wheel was quickly carried down the stream. An expression of shock crossed Ginny's features, wide eyed, mouth opened, before she caught herself and lifted a hand to cover the breathy giggle that threatened to escape.

Skin around her eyes crinkling with her wide grin, Ginevra gave a small shake of her head.

"Well," she spoke, "I suppose yours was already released. It will simply have a headstart." The rest of the crowd had moved a little further ahead of them already. Smiling at her friend, Ginny gave a small nod in the same direction. "Come, let's follow the others."

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who: @daceystvrk when and where: semi-flashback to the gathering in kings landing, naelys finally meets her years long penpal...all by chance. context: despite once being betrothed to adam, nellie and dacey never had the opportunity to meet. until now.

there were far more seven pointed stars adorned across the majestic, rebuilt halls of the red keep; though what surprised her more was the fact that influence had also spread beyond the halls of the keep and into the streets of the capital. she had been perched upon the velvet recliner beside the stained glass within the velaryon apartments; and when she saw a procession in the distance she was surprised to find it a collection of followers of the faith, adorned in robes of white and with chains and maces in their hands.

they seemed to be whipping themselves, and it was all she could think of as she clutched her hands together in this grand sept, standing side by side with members of her family and her court. why would these people do such harm to themselves, and for what purpose?

the septon seemed to continue to hurl down word after word, and for a while she was managing to ignore it and focus on the vividness of the colours on the glass. that was until the nature of the words thrown from the pulpit began to change, and it were words referring to the sins of lust and fornication that caught her attention. not like a hook, but rather like the feeling of a hand gripping her neck and forcing her to look. and suddenly she found herself listening, half aware that most of the sept would believe the septon was alluding to the oldest of the velaryon sisters - and even that naelys found inherently cruel. it felt as though they were standing, and there was a flame directly over them.

and he felt like he could see right through her, and see the memories of her braavosi perfume and her purple bedsheets. and his eyes, or the sound of her laugh mixing with his own.

she quietly muttered something about excusing herself and finding there were too many people, all but pushing by vhaenessa and deimos as she kept her hands clasped together as she walked; the doors seemed as though they were moving further and further away, and the walls were collapsing in. people knew naelys struggled with packed places and loud noises, or at least she prayed they did. she picked up her pace and let the door slam behind her, not knowing if any saw the slight tears that were sprung to her amethyst eyes.

they were not subtle, they were pools that swum, and threatened to finally fall. and fall they did as she let it in a short inhale of air, wiping her cheeks with the back of her sleeve.

it was not until she turned around and saw another dark haired figure standing outside did she realise she was not alone in standing outside of the sept doors. she momentarily froze, wiping her cheeks one more time in defeat. the lady had seen her. "are you waiting for somebody?" naelys asked, still feeling some wetness on her cheeks as she remained fixed in place. she did not know what to say. "i can go back in and get them for you."

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it felt as though there was a weight that began to lift from her shoulders as she listened closely to his tone of voice, biting lightly on her lower lip in thought as she surveyed his facial expressions; he appeared to be speaking with her jokingly, and there was a slight smile on his face - which meant he probably was not doing anything too important. she began to indicate she would come down to pick up her own sapphire necklace, though within a swoop he had already bent down to pick it up as he called up to her.

"i was trying to get your attention…i knew not if you were with somebody, and i just blurted your name." she responded, half sheepish and apologetic as she spoke; and half dreamlike as she always uttered her words.

"i am glad it did not fall upon your head." and then suddenly he were climbing up the spiral staircases to the balcony she were stood at, and she began to make her way to the entrance of the terrace to meet him halfway, he held it by it's chain and indicated that he would slip it back on. nodding slightly, she spun on her heel and moved aside jet black dark hair for him to be able to drape it around her neck from the back.

"you know, even though it is small, it could have truly done some damage to your head. the speed of which it fell, and you are not wearing your helmet for there are no giants around." it was wrong to assume that naelys was shatteringly shy; but rather, she seemed to ramble when she did speak.

she remained as still as naelys velaryon could remain as he fiddled slightly with the chain, it seemed warriors were not the most skilled at the art of jewellery upon women. she toyed with a string that had come slightly undone from her deep violet and silver corset, a string between her thumb and her forefinger that she twisted, pulled and tugged at. she felt it finally clasp together, and let out a small sigh, a small smile crossing her features.

"hello." she spoke, looking at him for the first time in a long while. since the northern war, at least. she greeted him to start their conversation properly, rather than throwing a necklace down at him to get his attention. "i thought i would see you here." she implicitly spoke of adam's affinity for the land of rivers, and the significance it placed for him. he had left somebody very important behind here, some years ago.

Adam was a Northern man through and through, but sporadically, on nights like this one, he considered that if he had been born somewhere else, the Riverlands would have been the realm he'd liked to have called home. One could breathe a similar air of mysticism here, albeit less crisp, less wild than at home. The prince had spent time here during the war, healing. A part of him had stayed in the Riverlands too, when he had to bury Saga here.

He enjoyed this place more than any other realm when the lone wolf of House Stark had to ride away from the lands of winter. Litha, in particular, was a festival he enjoyed. The quiet side of it, at least, when one could watch dancing bonfires and sit by the banks of the Tumblestone River to write secret wishes and aching desires to burn in the sun wheels. He'd written his piece and had seen his thoughts burn as the flame ate the parchment whole.

The Commander of the Northern Kingsguard had witnessed the improvised performance and avoided dancing, heading out for some peace and quiet for a bit. That was when he heard the familiar voice of Naelys Velaryon and had one of her pretty jewels nearly hit his head. “Dropped something, Nellie?” he asked in a light-hearted manner before picking up the heavy necklace, the sapphire gleaming even in the night.

His brother and the Lord of Driftmark were still deep in conversation and would go on to be for more time, he was sure. “Aye, he is. They'll be talking long, I gathered”. Adam made a gesture then, indicating that he would join her on the balcony, and so he made his way there. A minute later, Adam Stark was next to the young lady that he once thought would be his wife. All of it years before the Moon of Winter called for his heart and he saw her die on the snow. Before he wed Elissa and lost her too. He was a grim portent of bad fortune, it seemed. It was Nellie's good luck she'd not linked herself to him, and so here she was, glowing and alive.

“Your necklace,” the lone wolf said, holding it up in a gesture that indicated he could clasp it back in place around her neck.

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who: @adam-stark when and where: flashback, in the riverlands post the release of the sun wheels in the riverlands context: these two were once betrothed considering they are the second son and second daughter of house stark and house velaryon respectively. it ended up breaking off, though they remain on good terms.

a figure with jet black mid length hair seemed to blend easily in the surroundings of the night upon the balcony; as she seemed easily able to blend in any surroundings, something she no doubt much appreciated about herself. the endless navy stretch across her head blurred with the colour of her silks and her jewels, gliding onto a balcony following the release of the sunwheels.

or ginny's sunwheel, as she had ruined her own; there was a slight line above her forehead and her lips turned downward naturally at her thoughts.

something about ginny seemed to have changed, like the phases of the moon; and she did not like thinking such things about her friends. but something, felt different; the talk of wanting more, of power - it did more than simply worry her, it unsettled her. she had seen what happened to those who allowed ambition to become their hamartia.

it was only when she heard the footsteps directly below her from where she stood on the balcony did she shift her amethyst gaze downward, half contemplating on what the gods had bestowed to be her own hamartia, half wondering who that would be. and then the candlelight fell across half of the man's face, and she leaned forward slightly upon the balcony, her arms resting upon it.

"adam?" she called, suddenly incredibly self aware and so her voice came somewhat halfheartedly - she had not even thought if he were with someone, or if he had somewhere else to be. she waved the sleeve of her lace slightly, as though to try and get his attention in the night. what good was waving navy silk in the dark of the night? and so, as though it were the best thing to do, she unclasped a sapphire necklace from around her neck and dropped it directly beside him - narrowly missing his head.

when he looked up, she caught his gaze and raised her palm, offering a small wave from her spot atop the balcony. "is deimos still in there with your brother?" she pointed back toward the bustling feasting hall. she found owen stark incredibly loud, and whilst he were nice enough, his casual volume and roaring laugh admittedly overwhelmed her and burned all the embers she had left for socialising.

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who: @ellievswann when and where: naelys velaryon's first feast since arriving back from across the narrow sea, she realises that there is an individual missing in the velaryon household.

her chin remained upon the palm of her hand beneath the seemingly endless golden plates of food, no doubt a vision of luxury and opulence that jaehaerys targaryen wanted his realm to appear - it appeared as though there was an ever-present cloud above a head of thick dark hair, half of it remaining before striking amethyst orbs. it appeared as though she were gloomy, orbs that seemed permanently glazed over in some sort of emotion - a distant look.

truthfully, her fingertips still stung with the small break of skin she had brought forward in desperately trying to restring her lute - it seemed as though something had occurred during the passage over the narrow sea, for it refused to sound in tune. she had done all she could to it, and in her irritation and fixation, she had not considered asking another to look over it.

nor had she entirely noticed the fact there was a member of the family missing. empty plates upon the table of house velaryon was no surprise in recent times, so it did not truly occur to her instantly - only when she heard the distant sound of a familiar voice. gloomy looking orbs seemed to turn toward the sound of chattering, a woman seemingly talking back and forth with a man she was sure was her brother. which made him the hand of the king. her brows knitted together then, a look of visible confusion sweeping over her features.

why was elenda not sat with them? did she think she could no longer sit with them? was this what everyone was talking about when they spoke of courtly divides? "hello ellie." naelys greeted, as she suddenly appeared - she did not even recall standing on her feet, and yet she found herself across the room and standing at the woman's shoulder. in the middle of the stormlanders, she looked up at them; she did not smile, but her eyes were not hostile toward them. it made sense that ellie would wish to speak to her people; she must be lonely considering her husband had died. her brother. so many people had died, remembering seemed to come in waves.

"your seat is over there. i did not know which one you would prefer, so i reserved both. one is beside me, and one is opposite me. my lute is on one of them." she did not notice the strange looks she had begun to attract, and she crossed her arms over her deep navy laced corset. "...it's broken."

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there was a quiet buzzing that seemed to ring in her ears within this crowded great hall, candles hanging low during this lithia festival; it were time for life to begin again, for her to leave loss and grief buried within the steps she had taken off her father's greatest pride - his galleon. but the music, though not very loud at all, seemed entirely thundering as she held onto a small sunwheel within her hand, already crumpled and half torn to avoid the bad habit of tearing at her own fingernails.

her breath seemed to remain in her chest, and it only exhaled when they were directed to begin making the walk down to the rushing rivers; deep indigo clasped around her shoulders in the form of a cloak as she walked, hand still clutching onto the crumpled sunwheel - the sound of rushing footsteps did not do anything to break the quiet peace she found in walking amongst the night air and listening to the rushing currents. she would not have noticed it, unless she heard a voice specifically call her name.

when she turned, her amethyst orbs seemed to momentarily light up, and she waved as the lady of ninestars approached her - she would have reached out to pull her into an embrace, but all who knew naelys velaryon well she were not one for physical touch and comfort. and so instead she reached forward to close their distance, opening her mouth to say something when she suddenly dropped her sun wheel - it was carried away in the blink of an eye in the dark of the night, and went directly into the rushing currents.

"...you know, i don't think i'll be getting that, ginny." naelys spoke, her tone slightly apologetic as she looked down at the sun wheel ginny was holding - still in perfect condition. no tears, no rips in it. pristine. "come, i'll watch you release your one."

who: @naelysvelaryon where: during the release of the sun wheels in the riverlands

Her hands delicately held the finely crafted sun wheel, flowers interwoven beautifully with an assortment of twigs. The little slip of parchment Ginevra had written on, was nestled securely and safely in-between. It had taken her longer than she would like to admit; to find something to either let go of or to wish for. Her insides had been chaos as of late. Too much she knew she wanted, too much she knew she did not want. And secrets? Those secrets had no place written down.

Ginny had settled on something eventually, but she could not help but think it superficial. She would have to see if it helped, to release her words down the river and watch them disappear. Would have to see if there was a lessening on her shoulders, her soul.

The crowd eventually departed to walk toward the river and the orange glow of the lanterns posted alongside the stream to light the way. In the faint glow, Ginevra could spot a familiar head of dark hair just a little up ahead. Her steps quickened and Ginny called out to slow Naelys' steps. "Come on," she beamed, "We can release them together, what do you think?"

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♛ → NEW VALYRIA present(s) LADY NAELYS VELARYON, the LADY of DRIFTMARK. when the dragons danced in the sky they thought the BLACKS would still fly, but in the blink of an eye, they would all die. the TWENTY-SIX year old FEMALE who was WISTFUL & REFLECTIVE before they saw the first of the flames, is now MELANCHOLIC & ANXIOUS after seeing the last. ( ana de armas )

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the pampered, overly suffocated daughter of house velaryon; she was always considered to be sensitive b y corlys, and thus there is a bit of a 'glass' aura around her. many think she will simply shatter into a million pieces. "you know you have to be softer with nellie..." i do picture that rhaenys probably tried to a bit firmer with her, have her develop some sort of tough skin - she most certainly has not.

she was never able to bond with a dragon, and often narrowly escaped death in trying to form a bond with one of them. she had a particularly bad experience with silverwing. neither did she fight in the dance of dragons, she felt and still feels utterly helpless in this regard. due to this, she believes something is faulty in her 'valyrian god complex' - if they were gods, what kind of god was she? a broken one? less of a god?

nellie appears very melancholic, tends to give witchy vibes - does not partake in anything of the such at all. this is solely because i find the contrast incredibly funny; she is well aware of such things existing within the world and believes in them whole heartedly...only does not think it is for her. in regard to her melancholia, most of the time she is not feeling sad at all - merely has a good ability to drift off and begin to daydream.

rook's rest and the fate that befell her mother at the hands of the greens continues to haunt her; she does not have dreams often, but when she does she has nightmares of vhagar appearing above her in grey, stormy clouds.

she has managed to accept all that has happened, but interestingly, the abandonment of prince daemon targaryen continues to make her feel increasing anger and resentment. she truly believed should he have stayed in contact with rhaenyra, heard the message that rhaenys was flying alone, he would have accompanied her on ceraxes - and she would have lived. thus, naelys has a complicated relationship with her targaryen cousins of dragonstone. she wishes to blame their father for all the wrongdoing in the world, as much as the hightowers.

nellie missed a decent amount of the end of the war - she spent the final six months across the narrow sea, within the safety of the city of braavos. she was recently across the narrow sea with the children of her oldest brother deimos when jaehaerys targaryen staged his conquering of the crownlands, the stormlands and the stepstones: this is because of maximus celtigar's insistance that was something was happening. she has since been recalled to kings landing now the dust has settled.

connections: deimos velaryon: darling big brother who can do no wrong, is the living embodiment of the good of lord corlys and princess rhaenys. deserves to be the hand of the king, for his balanced approach; he focuses on the good of the realm. she sort of wonders if deimos has been losing some faith in himself though, inspired by the quote "why do you ask god for a swordsman? look at your hands." she has taken on a maternal role in caring for his children since he became a widow and they lost their mother. vhaenessa velaryon: kim kardashian vs kourtney kardashian; these two are so incredibly different. naelys has always been latching onto how vhaenessa managed to connect with a dragon, and she never did. there is love there, but there is a lot of comparison between the two sisters. marcella celtigar: her bestest friend, her soul mate; there is no doubt that naelys views marcella through rose tinted glasses though. marcella celtigar has been her companion since they were both under the age of five, often seen holding hands throughout the hallways of the red keep in the shadows of their fathers. she knows of marcella's sinister practices, though thinks she has it all under control. truly, marcella is the love of nellie's life - she'd never turn on her. saella qoherys: the older sister figure in her life, considering naelys does not get on entirely well with vhaenessa - this is ironic, considering saella and vhaenessa are close friends. upon returning to court, saella has taken nellie under her wing in order to point out the changes in the court to nellie, who was never politically savy. she is well aware of saella's devious practices, though it never crosses her mind. ginevra templeton: another companion that naelys made considering both of their families fought black; she has grown closer to ginerva in recent times, often exchanging letters whilst she was across the narrow sea. naelys is growing aware of the differences between them though, considering how ambitious ginerva truly is - and she wonders how far she would go to accomplish what she wants. rhaegar targaryen / luco, the swordsmith's son: she does not know rhaegar targaryen well. she knows a man of mixed braavosi and lysene descent named luco, the son of a swordsmith, who worked as a page within her household in braavos. the two became far too close, with naelys growing borderline dependent on him - despite their clear social class difference. lines crossed, tut tut. she never truly believed herself to be a worthy valyrian lady, considering she had failed in what all but her could do - and therefore, she promised to throw it all away and remain with him once returning deimos his children. because what was the world when someone loves you for you? she was ready to tell deimos, as much as she dreaded it. upon venturing to the swordsmiths shop one day, returning a quill in hand, she was shocked to hear he had no son who went by the name luco. that evening when he appeared on her balcony again, she pushed him away from her - demanding to know who he was. the next she knew, luco had died. she has spoken not a word of it to anyone. // the entire time it was rhaegar targaryen using his talents as a faceless man, getting close to her with the purpose of assassinating her and sending her body back to deimos. he could not go through with this, and so faked his death.

quick facts:

for someone who claims she knows right from wrong, she surely does associate with a large amount of rotten folk. this does not ever cross her mind - makes you wonder.

naelys knows how to play the lute, realising that she could tighten the strings to achieve a more echoing sound. it is her passion: her favourite thing to play would be 'enter sandman' by metallica or 'uprising' by muse.

she tends to wear her hair up as pictured in the gif above, with strings of hair left out; that would be her usual hairstyle on a day to day basis.

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