Nyris did not like the wedding dress, it pushed her small breasts up uncomfortably, and it was to sheer for her liking. Only 13, she was not ready for what was going to happen, but her elder sister by 7 years had insisted, with her fists… Vyria had always been cruel, and so Nyris had remained unsurprised by the beatings and threats. It wasn't fair! If Vyria wanted the wedding so badly, why didn't she marry the lord? She looked into the polished metal at her reflection, her lilac eyes betrayed her, showed her fear. At least she had the Targaryen eyes. Her sister often cursed the fact that she did not have the silver-blond hair, instead she had a deep mahogany color to her hair, which, Nyris really saw no problem with. Her sister appeared behind her, grabbed her arm painfully, and dragged her outside. She saw the row of Knights bearing the Lord's sigil, a dog of some sort. Nyris could not tell. She only knew that she was scared as she approached the man that she would wed.