#ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴍ'ꜱ ᴊᴇᴡᴇʟ

[qanedanegros]

you didn’t show up. i kept waiting. ( from haedon to neera )

"My lady had me running errands. I lost track of the hour.." She whispered while biting the inside of her cheek. Guilt pooled in the bottom of her stomach and she wished it would go away instead of tying it in what seemed to be knotted. "Please do not be upset with me. I am here now.." Neera smiled and tried to seem like everything was still okay but there was now a fear that it wasn't. She hadn't meant to be late and to keep him waiting. Mysaria had kept her busy with errands all afternoon and evening, how could she say no to the woman who housed her? It was the least she could do and Neera wasn't sure what could happen if she told the woman no. It was a thought she didn't dwell on for too long. However, she wondered why they were meeting and why it seemed somewhat urgent, or perhaps it was to him. "Is something wrong?" She whispered while stepping closer to him. Immediately, Neera reached out her hands and searched to take one of his. Neera needed a moment to ground herself and keep all the thoughts from becoming too dark. "Are you hurt?" The questions started to fall from her lips before she could truly stop them. The worst thing she came to was he was upset with her.

[qanedanegros]

Neera loved so many places around the city, but she didn't visit often, given her lack of funds. Coming from Lys with nothing but her name and Mysaria as her guardian left her with zero coin. She didn't mind as much, given that she was provided for and had a job. There wasn't anything that she could really complain about but still to be told that she could go to all her favorites was something that was surprising for her. "Are you sure?" She asked, just to make sure that she heard correctly. Regardless, she was more than happy to show Odessa around, and the possibility of making a friend was even better.

Even if she was always careful of the company that she kept. Growing up as the daughter of a bed slave hadn't been easy for her, and she learned not to trust so quickly, but she had tried to get better. She didn't want to always be alone and have very few friends that she could be close to. It would be nice to actually have a proper friend. "Tell me, do you like sweets?"

odessa's family had been kind to her. they loved her, and she had always been treated like she was every bit her father's full flesh blood as her brother cassius. she knew her step-mother didn't always approve of how she'd been raised, but her problem was not with odessa being treated as if she wasn't a bastard. it was with her being treated as if she were not a lady. other bastards did not have as kind a life as she did. many were thrown out and forgotten. she supposed she had gotten lucky being born to a small house.

"i am very thankful!" she really was. she would have wandered for hours, and happily so, but she also likely would have had to pay a pretty penny for something she could have gotten cheaper if she'd only been shown where to go. "i'll be paying, so you have to take me to your favorite places." odessa would be willing to go more than once place.

[qanedanegros]

Name: Neera.

Age: 20-25 (can vary).

Birthplace: Lys, but resides in King’s Landing.

Face claim: Anya Taylor-Joy

Information: Born in Lys, Neera was brought to King’s Landing by Mysaria. Instead of working as one of the whores in the brothel, she serves as one of her spies. Serving the patrons of the bar and helping take care of the girls. She often draws more men into the brothels, but she is never for sale. Her price is too high, which is what they tell the men or women who attempt to buy her for an evening. Her striking features remind most of the Targaryen family, but Neera’s family is unknown.

Some have said she is the daughter of *Mysaria and the Rouge Prince. It was claimed that Mysaria had lost the babe during a storm on the narrow sea when she was dispatched back to Lys. However, some have whispered that Mysaria gave birth to the girl amidst the storm and hid her away in Lys, watching her grow up afar to keep Neera safe from the cruelty of the Rogue Prince’s family. However, none of this was ever confirmed. There was no record of a babe on that ship… 

The more *believable tale is that Neera is a daughter of bed slaves in Lys. It was not an uncommon practice for men and women to be picked based on their beauty to produce more children who would grow up with striking features to become workers in pillow houses or courtesans. Neera’s mother was a beauty in such a pillow house but her father was never a bed slave, no he was well known in Lys, his name was Lysandro Rogare, also known as Lysandro the Magnificent. The man had more bastard children than just Neera. Yet, no one believed Neera’s mother when she told them who the father of her daughter was. It was easier to claim a bed slave and before Lysandro could even know of the girl’s birth, Neera’s mother had been sold to an old Alchemist who required a companion and took pity on the mother and daughter, taking them both in.

As she grew up under the eye of her mother and the old Alchemist, she learned to make poisons, the Tears of Lys, being the one she favored. She might not have been taught to read but she was able to rely on memory when it came to the process of creating the mixture. Something that she took pride in. It was on her tenth name day that the Alchemist passed away in his bed and she along with her mother were to be sold again. Her mother was sold first despite the loud wails from Neera, she did not want to leave her mother. Instead, she was bought by another woman. A woman who promised her that she would take her to a new land where she would never have to suffer the fate of her mother and would be safe. That woman introduced herself as Mysaria and it was she who knew the real identity of the young girl before her. How she could shape the girl and when the time came use the secret that only she knew to perhaps work in her favor…

**Mysaria is the only one who knows the real parentage of Neera and it is something that she keeps to herself. She will reveal should the time ever present itself. Should she be the bastard daughter of Lysandro Rogare, then Mysaria has a document that will say the man recognizes Neera as his daughter, and that Mysaria is to care for her while in King’s Landing. This somewhat gives Mysaria ties to the Rogare Bank should she ever need it. This is why no one shall touch her, she is of noble blood and worth more than anyone can pay. She is only to marry. Should it be true she is the daughter of Daemon Targaryen and Mysaria then it is up to Mysaria to tell that. Should anyone be writing any of these muses, I will leave it in their hands which route to take. Otherwise, Neera will believe herself to be the daughter of bed slaves and is none the wiser. 

[qanedanegros]

"One of these days I will marry you." (For either Dahlia or Neera)

Neera lifted her head from the pillow and turned to look at him, "I do not believe, his Grace, the King would not allow such a thing." she gave a little yawn before lying her head back down and snuggling under the blankets. The blankets covered her nude form and her dress was somewhere on the floor. She had no desire to move from her position just yet. Of course, she wanted to marry Daemon but it could also be something known as a fantasy. It's just a childish dream. Neera was no longer a child but she wished she could marry Daemon and leave this brothel but no whore ever got to be with a princess. Only ladies with noble blood from lords and ladies could marry him and she had come to understand that. "Why would you wish to marry me, my Prince?"

[qanedanegros]

Someone giving me a Mysaria. I need Neera to be so loyal to her lady.

[qanedanegros]

It was as if a Tempest storm carried on in her eyes and heart while she merely stood there lashing out. However, it solved nothing between them. It had only made them at odds with each other and Neera only wanted to scream more. To take back her words and actions, pretend that it was a bad dream but she couldn't. Neera had let herself forget all the good and happiness in favor of the gloominess and darkness. She had allowed their space to become tainted. She had failed...

Her chest hitched as she choked down another sob. Even if the walls stood tall, everything around her crumbled. Once the foundation was gone... the rest would and while her eyes stared at the floor, it was as if the cracks began to slither like vipers under her feet ready to give out. One false step and it was all over. Never should battle or war enter a home. It should never enter the hearts of lovers. Lovers were meant to face whatever together and be rocks for each other. Yet, Neera felt like a delicate flower that would wilt or die in the wind. However, she wasn't a delicate flower anymore and hadn't been for some time... No, she was more than that... Her mouth fell open at his words and close, no words or even sounds leaving her lips. A whore from Lys? A lie. Still it stung to be reminded of her place. She was no better than a whore, Neera was a commoner. The Greens could not hurt her like he was. Each word that left his lips cut deeper than any sword that could have cut her. It would not be sharp enough to pierce her heart like his voice. The anguish stayed on her face before Neera hung her head while her heart seemed to slow. Her lung tightened with each breath that she took, the air seemingly being taken from the room. "I am not a whore..." She managed to choke out before made no effort to lift her head. Another reminder of her station. Still, her shoulders shook and her arms were wrapped around her tightly. How had they gotten here? Why couldn't they go back and redo it? Neera would be grateful and never speak a word about how she felt. She would smile for him and hold him. Her stomach was in knots as she went to speak, just to let him know she had heard him, "Yes, Prince Daemon.." Neera whispered as her fingers dug into her side, the material of her dress doing little to protect her underneath. The words were bitter. She hadn't called him that since they had met and it tasted like poison. Everything was slipping away, the ground falling underneath her feet and once more she was powerless. Always powerless to stop anything and merely meant to stand and watch. Lys offered an escape. It offered to leave it all behind and do what? What would become of her there? She would be living in a world where any day they could take her to a pleasure garden or pillow house. Her life was not promised there even if Mysaria had ensured her that she would be taken care of. "No," She barely could speak as she lifted her chin. "I will not take a ship back to Lys. I claimed my right as a rider and I want to go by dragon. My dragon." Neera straightened her shoulders as she stared at his back. Stupid. She was playing with fire and an angry dragon. What good could come of this? Tugging on a memory in some attempt to descale their situation and hope that something could be recovered from the wreckage that she had created? Neera searched for words to stop this. To grab the rope and stop it from slipping from her hands, her grasp. One step could mean losing everything forever. "I do not have strength like you. I am not educated in matters and I fear the unknown. Yet, you are not entirely unknown to me. You are right, each day and night you are here with me." She was trying to explain herself. Her thoughts, her heart, and everything else in between but none of it was coming to mind. "You are what I have and know and I didn't want to lose that. Losing you is..." Neera couldn't think of what to say but with the last bit of bravery she did her best.

"Ȳdra daor henujagon nyke mērī isse bisa vys."

🔥A SCOFF ESCAPED HIS LIPS AT HER WORDS, the dragon sitting in his chest raising as his blood became fire, and the rage shone in his purple eyes. The storm of the Rogue Prince was not like that of the Stormlands, it was a volcano like those that ended Valyria too many moons ago. And the doom was yet to repeat itself. A thunder broke the silence as the sea brought from the household of Baratheon the relentless weather that found his day of birth, when Alyssa Targaryen screamed at the top of her lungs as she tried to bring another dragon to the world. This damaged world.

Now, on a similar morning the sky broke Dragonstone in two, and the dragons roared at it, Caraxes particular growl rising in his chest, as the dragon sensed its rider’s pain. But then the calm - as Daemon lowered his head and a smirk curved his lips, another defeat. Sweeter perhaps than those on the battlefield, sweeter and yet deadliest, as if the Tears of Lys had been fed to him in that moment, and they wrapped themselves around his neck, closing around it ever so powerful, until he couldn’t breath. A sword to the chest would have been cruelless, it would have been preferred than this wreckage of a cottage falling around him.

“Had I known how much the whore from Lys had to endure at my side, I wouldn’t have allowed you here.” Words could not hurt enough, not like the fissure that expanded on his already cold heart. But a cold heart was made of ice, and ice was breakable all the same. “I wouldn’t have taken you here, given you a home to warm up. I wouldn’t have asked anything from you, as I clearly give you nothing in return. Perhaps you were better off in King’s Landing at the mercy of the Greens.” That was what she implied, and the Prince did not feel like explaining himself or attempting to change her mind. Let her believe what she needed to put a distance between them, let her return to Lys.

A Targaryen alone in the world was nothing but a terrible thing - and he felt alone fighting in the war of his niece, who cared more about her rightful place than anything. He had believed to have a companion in the shape of Neera, but in the end she couldn’t see what it meant to be next to a man like him. She couldn’t endure it, and he knew then not to blame her for what he had dragged her into. It was not her fault the position she has been in, it has been his, whether he was ready to admit it out loud or not. And clearly he was not. “It is Prince Daemon.” He corrected her softly, reminding her now that she was not talking to him, but to the Prince that he was, and removing from her the right to call him by his first name. The walls as powerful as the one in the North, rose around him as he tried to protect himself from the pain, for he couldn’t allow himself to mourn, not again, he had a war to win.

He had not forgotten who had been next to him, yet little did it matter if he remembered this or not at this point. She would be gone, as little there was for him to do now. The next time his voice filled the room it was steady, cold, and unwavering as if he was talking to the men he guided into battle. “There will be a ship ready at the docks for you, in an hour no less. It will take you back to Lys.” There were more words that he swallowed, that they wouldn’t do any good to say. The Rogue Prince turned on his heels then, in an attempt to leave the chambers, so he could personally make sure that the ship would be ready as soon as possible. But he stood by the door, with his back to her, as he tried to push past the chokehold around his neck. “Each night I returned to this place seeking you out for I knew what I came back to. Each day in the Painted Table I couldn’t wait to get back to you, for the only thing in my mind was the comfort of you. I know of the fear you carry, I understand the exhaustion of it all, believe me, I see it in your eyes each day. But the man that was Daemon..." Not the Prince ."..Could not hold his excitement to go back to his home. You claimed to have lost him each morning, but you didn’t. Now you do.”

[qanedanegros]

“Give yourself to me.” ( from haedon <3 )

Lifting to her brow, Neera felt her lips moving into a smile. "You would like that, wouldn't you?" she whispered while her finger twisted around the ends of his hair. Her body stayed pressed against his while they stood together. "What if I gave myself to you? What would you do? One night of passion and leave me?" she asked as her lips brushed over his and took a step back.

Her hand moved to rest on his chest, fingers stroking the fabric underneath as she awaited his answers. Neera wouldn't fall into his bed so quickly, no matter what she felt for him. She had to ensure she wouldn't get hurt in the process. Her heart had been guarded for as long as she could remember, and she didn't want to risk having it broken too soon. Not that she believed Haedon would ever do such a thing. Neera just needed to be certain.

[qanedanegros]

i'm only holding you back by being here. (for neera, because at the same time... conflicted emotions)

The cry of the gulls and the yells of the sailors offered Neera no comfort as she watched them prepare the ship. It was going back to Lys. Home. Her hand clutch the pouch that had her most treasured valuables in it. A hood concealed her identity as she stood there, waiting. Mysaria had ensured that she would be able to go home and have a home waiting for her. Not a brothel. She wouldn't be a bed slave. She would be free and could live comfortably but yet her legs didn't move towards the ship. Neera merely stood there. In a few short steps she would be on the ship that would take her away.

His words made her blood boil. Her jaw tightened as she looked away from him and to the sea. Hadn't he told her that she didn't have to go? Now, he wanted to change his mind. It broke her heart to see how easy he could change his mind. Neera tried to keep her expressions neutral as she spoke, "How quickly your thoughts changed. You did not have to accompany me to the docks..." Neera had hoped he would have told her not to go. Now she felt foolish and like a child. Life wasn't those romantic stories and she felt foolish for believing in them. Was this to be their end until the dragons ceased their dance? Swallowing hard, Neera did not want to board that ship despite her claims earlier. Despite it all, she wanted to stay and be here with him even if she couldn't fight beside him. Her strength came through in other ways but it seemed that it wasn't going to be welcomed anymore.. "I suppose this is goodbye then..."

[qanedanegros]

❝ being honest though, this tastes bad enough to kill a man. ❞ (from edwina to neera)

Blue eyes stared at the questionably burnt meal before them. Neera, who lacked experience in cooking and was in a bit of a hurry, prepared the meal, which was further evidence.. Her lips twitched into a smile before she chuckled softly, “It really is terrible, isn’t it? I should serve this to the men who upset the girls and myself.” Neera laughed. Cooking was an art that escaped her. She lacked in the area, it differed from her interest in alchemy. Alchemy, she had watched and remembered using her other senses, given that she wasn’t able to read or write. She relied on her memory and had perfected her poisons over the years. Yet, she had watched someone. There had been no one that she could watch when it came to cooking. They served the meals just to her, and that was it. Neera had truly wanted to make a good meal, but it was nice to hear the honesty from Edwina. “Thank you for being honest. Had you not, and we suffered through this meal, it might have been our last one together.” Neera smiled at Edwina and reached to grab the wine to pour them both some to drink. It wasn’t what they served in the Red Keep, but it was just as good. It would wash the burnt aftertaste from their mouths.

[qanedanegros]

Tilting her head to the side at the question, Neera pondered it. The only one that she ever reported to was Mysaria. She knew when to update her on some issues of interest regarding the Greens and what could be seen as some plot. No maids cared to ever check on her or see what she was sniffing about sometimes. "I report to the White Worm. That is all. No one else, and should she need me, she knows how to get ahold of me." Neera spoke with a smile. There wasn't much that made Neera worry; she could slip in and out unnoticed. It was safer that way, and she even sent letters if she could not. No head maid had ever come to bother her or ask too many questions. "I am not too known in these parts. I am more known in flea bottom and such scandalous areas." She chuckled. It was true that she wasn't a whore, but she did every little to stop the belief. It was easier to allow them to believe whatever because no one ever needed to know she was a spy and that her pretty face was meant to deceive everyone and do whatever job was asked of her. "Tis a vast place. I've never seen the same face twice, if I can be honest.."

❝ you don't have anyone coming to look after you? ❞ the maid couldn't help but ask. she didn't know much about neera yet, but edwina wondered if the other had her own overseer that would come sniffing after her if she didn't show up in a timely manner. gods knew the head maid would come around for edwina herself, if she spent too long away. that'll be my job one day, and then there'll be no one to chase after me. she thought to herself. a small smile played on her face before she fixed it to be a polite one directed at neera.

❝ have you been here for a while? i like to think i know most faces around, but perhaps we've never run into each other 'til now. ❞ edwina inquired curiously. she liked to know who was who. it was best to know the faces of the red keep, especially since some people like to send her off with a name only and no face to put with it.

[qanedanegros]

❝ You’re in no position to judge me. ❞ (from odessa to neera)

Pressing her lips into the thin line, she tried not to let the words bother her. They were true and she hadn't meant to judge so harshly. "Yes, you are correct but I have also learned that many people can't be trusted. They will stab someone in the back after smiling at them." She spoke as she wrung her hands together nervously. It wasn't easy for her to trust or to make friends with others outside of the brothel.

"Forgive me for my quick judgment. King's Landing is not like Lys and I fear the worst of people no matter how kind they act. I hope you will let me right this wrong..."

Neera hated that she had done such a thing but one could not be certain. She figured plenty judged her and thought her nothing more than a whore even if that wasn't the truth. It was far from it but she merely let it go.

[qanedanegros]

[ 𝐥𝐢𝐞 ] : receiver is trying to convince sender they're feeling fine. / for neera

Her temples throbbed with each loud yell of one of the men who insisted their presence be known to one of the girls. As if any of these girls cared that they were here, Neera would never say that but instead forced her lips into a smile as she prepared another room, trying to ignore the oncoming headache. It wasn't until Mysaria had stopped her that she hoped to convince her that all was well. It wasn't even that bad. "I can assure you that it is nothing, my lady." Neera insisted as she hurried around the room, trying to make it somewhat presentable before it was occupied again. "After the room is clean, I will serve some drinks to those waiting." Neera took her job seriously, and she couldn't remember the last time she had felt so bad, but she wouldn't let it show. There was much left to do throughout the night, and Neera stayed caught up. "Is there anything you need of me? Perhaps your favorite wine brought to your room?"

Neera was doing everything that she could to take the attention off of her and onto more important things. Even if the dull light of candles only made her head throb even more. The light and sounds added to the growing pressure in her head, and she reached a hand up to rub her left temple for just a moment to stop the pain. It was a weak attempt, but she wouldn't let it stop her.

[qanedanegros]

Blue  eyes  stayed  focused  on  Satin  while  she  took  bites  of  her  cake.  There  seemed  to  be  something  he  wished  to  speak  about,  but  Neera  knew  sometimes  these  topics  weren't  easy.  It  was  supposed  to  be  a  job,  and  even  she  had  moments  where  she  felt  herself  losing  sight,  but  she  wouldn't  voice  that  aloud.  It  wasn't  supposed  to  happen;  no  emotional  attachments  and  staying  loyal  to  the  White  Wyrm,  but  even  she  couldn't  have  predicted  what  she  felt  for  Aegon.  Every  day,  she  had  observed  how  his  mother  and  grandsire  asked  more  and  more  of  him;  what  more  could  he  give?  Could  they  not  see  what  he  needed  and  how  much  he  did  try?  They  were  so  quick  to  scold  him... They  wanted  him  to  be  a  pawn  for  their  plans.  Their  actions  could  end  up  harming  him,  but  for  a  moment,  she  compared  it  to  her  situation  and  sighed.  Neera  owed  Mysaria  for  saving  her,  giving  her  a  home,  and  much  more.  Yet,  what  was  she  to  the  woman  but  another  way  to  gain  information?  Setting  her  cake  down,  Neera  placed  her  hands  in  her  lap,  "Between  you  and  I,  I  feel  more  than  I  should  for  him.  He  is  truly  incredible,  but  no  one  wants  to  see  it.  They  push  and  push  their  agenda  on  him..."  She  spoke  before  her  fingers  curled  into  a  fist.  "I  should  not  feel  like  this,  Satin.  I  know  I  shouldn't,  but  I  do.."  Neera  whispered  while  looking  down  and  running  her  fingers  over  the  material  of  her  dress  to  distract  herself.  She  had  said  too  much,  but  it  was  only  the  truth.  "If  I  could,  I  would  take  Aegon  to  Lys  with  me  and  escape  this.." 

Neera  looked  up  at  Satin  and  sighed.  "Please  do  not  speak  a  word  of  this.  I  know  what  I  must  do  and  the  job  I  was  given,  but  please  understand  I  did  not  plan  for  this."  For  a  moment,  she  was  worried  that  he  might  judge  her  or  send  word  to  Mysaria.  She  hadn't  meant  for  any  of  those  feelings  to  happen,  but  they  had... 

@qanedanegros continued from here!

what was there not to question? satin knew what had been asked of him, what he was expected to do, and when he had accepted the offer, he never thought it would be so difficult. he had grown up at court and lived his whole life among the princes and the royal family. still, his friendship with aemond had never been something big until he was tasked by the white wyrm to get closer to him and, in small ways, aegon to be able to report their doings back to her. how could he tell mysaria that his feelings for aemond had become something real? something he was not willing to betray no matter the cost, without losing aemond in the process? he shook his head at her offer of the cake to him, mumbling a quiet, "no thank you."

a small smile creased the corners of satin's lips at her teasing, ducking his head to hide the blush blooming across his cheeks and neck and the shame he felt to know how much he of his true feelings for aemond he was hiding from neera. "can i ask you something? something that you promise not to speak to anyone else of?" anyone else being mysaria, whom satin was not sure he could trust neera not telling about anything with how devoted to the woman of lys neera was. "does . . . do you ever feel more for aegon? like you'd give up everything for him to see him safe?" i do not know if i can keep to my word if it means hurting aemond. do you feel the same for aegon? the words lay on his tongue but refused to leave his mouth.

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Neera exhaled through her nose. There was little to no one that she trusted, like her own little crew. They had been there through many things that most would have walked away from. "It is not. It is a much sweeter death than could be in its place." She spoke with a roll of her eyes but wouldn't argue with him. Set in his ways, she would do whatever to ensure he remained safe to the best of her abilities. They couldn't trust anyone and had too many who would want to see them in dungeons. However, that wasn't going to happen so soon. It would take a lot more to bring them down.

The arm around her shoulders offered comfort to her while she looked up at him, a small smile on her lips. "I am the boss, and I won't have failure either." Neera sighed as she collected herself just a little more. Error wasn't expected, and she had complete faith in them all. They had made it this far, and everything had gone smoothly. Neera had decided that they wouldn't start slipping this evening or any other. Everything would go according to plan; she had faith in it all. In all of them. "Then I better see you after it's all said and done. A full report..." However, Neera knew that anything could happen. Only some plans were perfect, and there could be hiccups along the way...

"talking like this is being realistic, darling." he joked, but it was gallows humor. kit shook his head. "poison's the coward's way out." he would rather endure the city watch's torture or be put to the stone than take a poison. he liked to think he was honorable in that way. he didn't expect to die, nor did he want to, but they were walking a thin thin line, the city watch on one side and the other thieves and vagrants on the other.

kit looped his arm around her shoulders and gave them a gentle squeeze. "of course, you'll be the first to know. you're the boss, aren't you?" gia would know shortly after as well, she was accompanying him halfway inside and she'd meet him on the outside when he was finished as well. he'd tell neera himself, and if the outcome was unfavorable, then gia would tell her. he didn't expect things to come out unfavorably, but his friends gia were always trying to remind him to be realistic, and not think as loftily.

REPLY to @qanedanegros / neera of lys *

[qanedanegros]

The chill of the night did not make her cold. It was the fear of the raid, of the men who were wearing gold. Never had witnessed such a thing as this, and she was terrified. They could easily find some reason to arrest her, and with her lack of communication skills, things weren't looking up for her. All the buildings at night in Flea Bottom looked the same to her, and she cursed whoever had built them like that. This was supposed to be a quick errand for Mysaria, but now it felt like it might be her last evening, and she hadn't done anything wrong...

The bottom of her dress was soaked in mud and possibly another liquid she didn't want to think about. All of it felt like a bad dream, and Neera wondered if it was. If she had fallen asleep, but the screams of men and clanging of metal armor reminded her that she wasn't. This was real, and Neera had to navigate through the chaos. The thundering of her heart in her ears did little to drown out the sounds around her, but still, she pressed on to the best of her ability.

Hounds. The men were like hounds on a hunt. Neera felt terrible for whoever their prey was as she continued to pray that it wasn't her. If she kept her head down, she should be safe, which she reminded herself of as she tried to open another door. Locked. Where was the brothel? How could she get so turned around? A whimper left her lips as Neera was met with another locked door. Every single door had been closed, and now she was losing hope.

Hearing the men who called after her, Neera began to run. What did they want with her? Quickening her pace, Neera was determined to create more distance between them. "Leave me alone!" She managed to call back, but only in the Lyseni tongue. In her panic, any word in the common tongue had left her. Anything she said was in her mother tongue. At some point, she had rid herself of the slipper and trekked onward with bare feet. Rounding the corner, Neera collided with the cold metal of armor, and as she pushed back from him, her blue eyes took in the man before. Fear flooded her face when she took in the gold cloak, "Get away from me! Do not touch me!" Neera continued in the Lyseni tongue. "I have done nothing wrong!" She pleaded.

@qanedanegros Neera gets a semi plotted starter;

🔥IT WAS A COLD NIGHT ON KING’S LANDING AND Prince Daemon, Commander of the City Watch had all the intention of mobilizing his men that same night. The raids of the Watch were not something the people would learn about beforehand, they were done randomly with the intention of capturing those low lives by surprise. There was no particular event that would require this behavior, except the cleansing of the city, for the vile scum that polluted the streets, making it dangerous to live on. Indeed no high born Lords or Ladies lived among the common folk, but for the Prince this was not enough reason not to protect those who were under his brother’s rule. Even if Lord Hightower saw it differently.

But the Prince cared little for what that cunt said, or saw better for the realm. He knew that this would be helpful for the city, and was one of the reasons the people celebrated him. It did not stroke his ego to be Lord Flea Bottom, as they called him, but it made him feel humble, and actually believed he was doing something good for them. That night, as the lights of the city were ignited, and as the trade market closed its doors, the City Watch was released like a herd of hungry hounds. The men were fast, and would not leave anyone behind, they knew where the scum lived, or were hidden, the common thieves, the rapists, all of them were going to fear the color Gold.

The Prince watched the scene unfold, as the men captured were brought to a circle, screaming, shouting insults, pleading for their lives, begging. It was a pathetic display that he did not approve of. If they were what they were, and did what they did, then there should be some honor, on their doings, yet there was none. Cowards the lot of them, pretending to find indulgence in the Prince and his men. But not the Rogue Dragon or his golden cloaks were prone to forgive or offer leniency to their crimes. Those who were not innocent would pay for their actions, for they had consequences upon the eyes of the Commander, and all those who followed his orders.

As this happened, the men continued to run through the streets, storm into houses, and take the men and women who were guilty of some of these offenses. A group of two saw a young woman trying to escape, and they ran behind her. “Oi girl don’t run! We’re not going to hurt you!” The men called out grinning to each other. Whatever plans they had, it didn’t look like they were trying to protect her, on the contrary, as they were guiding her to a blind alley. By this time the Prince had moved to do his own part of the raid, unaware of what was happening with two of his men.

[qanedanegros]

Holding the blankets tightly, Neera tried to make the fear leave her body. Nightmares weren't common for the young woman but when they occurred, they were dreadful. She would feel her body paralyze with fear and not be able to move as she witnessed whatever horrors her mind thought of or showed her. It was straining on her mind and body but never had it gotten to the point of her screaming out so loudly that someone heard. Given that the color had drained from her face, Neera's bright rosy cheeks would should her embarrassment. The thought of the someone hearing scream was not the greatest and even if it was a brothel and those sounds were common, she wasn't entirely comfortable with the knowledge others could hear. Neera wasn't one of the girls to receive men but to think that someone else thought was just as embarrassing. "Tea?" The thought of something warm nearly made the night's chill almost leave her body. Tea offered warmth and comfort. Another beverage she might accept was Arbor gold but that was usually for important Lords that came to the brothel.

she had heard someone screaming above the music, and the noise and the human sounds of the brothel. after it didn't stop, she'd come running, following it up to the apartments, thinking someone was being hurt. that hadn't been the case, but she had found a young woman she was certain she'd seen before screaming in her sleep. now that the she was awake, she retracted her hands from cold damp skin. "i am very sure," nyssa offered her a soft, hopefully reassuring smile. "i am sure you wouldn't dream me." she wasn't anyone's preferred comforting figure, but she would do her best. "you didn't wake me, i was downstairs. is there somewhere i could get you some tea? you're freezing."

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