#muse: helaena targaryen

[roseguided]

𝐈𝐓 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒 𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐅 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍. the shock has worn off giving way to realization, to suppressed feelings for the sake of getting her daughter to safety. her last remaining child. even as the queen stands in her children's room, still clad in the very nightgown worn that night & holding onto a blanket of jaehaerys's not covered in blood, the events roll in her mind endlessly. every step, every word, every choice & helaena knows she can't forgive herself for it. you didn't have a choice, some might say to her to quell her internal ill feeling but that isn't true. she told them to take her, kill her, & they should've. ( oblivion would be better than this. knowing her son was alive would be enough even if it meant she was gone. what does she do now ? how can she ever move on from this ? ) ears hear the sound of footfall, helaena not turning to look who has come. ❛ what is it ? ❜ asked in a tired tone, hours of disuse have made her throat hurt.

[ * @ghoulyard liked for a s2 ep2 starter ! > helaena targaryen to alicent hightower. ]

[valyrianvalors]

“Take my arm, you waddle like a sea lion on land.” (😂 Helaena with child pls)

'it is not such an easy thing.' helaena huffed, one hand reaching out for aegon's arm and the other pressing against the small of her back, 'to carry two babes at once.' she was thankful that she had not had the worst experience a woman could have. she had heard horrible stories from women about how miserable pregnancy had been for them. it was only recently that helaena had struggled but that was to be expected given how close to the end she was.

her feet swelled, her body ached. the maester had instructed her to remain in bed as often as she could until it came time to deliver her babes. she spent much of her time in her chambers, except for occasionally on days like this when the weather was pleasant and the maester thought some fresh air would be good for her, 'i do not expect it will be much longer.' she hummed, 'with how restless they have been this last week.'

[roseguidedarc]

 @dragynfire​  ASKED,  "𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒏,  𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒐𝒓���� 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒈𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒕."  𝒂𝒆𝒈𝒐𝒏 @ 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒆𝒏𝒂 

       𝐈𝐓’𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐎𝐍’𝐒 𝐅𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃.     three days since his service in this sept , three days since his body turned to ash.   three days has the grieving mother lain on the floor of his bedroom, cradling a stuffed toy she had made him as a newborn.   day  &&  night guards stand outside the door , draping a blanket over the queen at night , allowing visitors in  &&  out trying to pull her from this state of hysteria , delirium , unbridled pain  !     (   she hardly sleeps , she refuses food.   she hasn’t changed out of her cloths , the black both   𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓵   &&  ironic considering her half sister’s , to whom the order had come from , party dons such color.   )     ;      someone enters  &&  helaena makes no move to remove herself from the floor to see who it was—only when voice rings out does she know it belongs to aegon.   he speaks  &&  a sense of anger arises inside of her like she’d never felt able to feel toward him. how did he expect her to be ?    ❝  how do you expect me to be , then ?  ❞   asked as if searching for an honest answer.   palms finally press against cold stone to push her body into a sitting position , legs tucked close to her chest  &&  the stuffed toy still held within hand.   eyes examine it,  𝚁𝙴𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙱𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶 ,   &&   even now helaena can’t look at him.   ❝  jaehaerys is dead , aegon.  ❞  tone unbelievable saddened , melancholic.     ❝  i was made to choose between my children  &&  i- . . i held him in my arms . . ❞    crying , screaming.

[roseguided]

𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐄𝐍𝐀 𝐃𝐈𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. too many eyes, the pressure of needing to perform for those around you. the touching, the noise of a large gathering. all of it oft proved too much for her to where afterward she needed time alone . . time to sit in silence, away from people & the noise. to read, to stitch, or sleep to recharge herself. her mother, her family, never seemed to understand her & why her alone time was necessary. which is why when cregan asked her if she wanted everyone to leave, to go with him for fresh air, violet eyes widened in surprise at the understanding. at the care to ask. it's what made her nod her head silently, having resigned herself to being mostly nonverbal thirty minutes into the gathering, & for her hand to gently hold onto his sleeve to be escorted outside.

@sevynhells said, " DO YOU WANT ME TO MAKE THE OTHERS LEAVE? OR WE COULD GO, GET SOME FRESH AIR. "

once the cold, frosted northern air hits her cheeks the princess is able to sigh. to let go of the tension held in her shoulders. standing on the battlements of the castle overlooking white snow, head turns toward cregan: ❛ thank you, my lord, ❜ voice is quiet, gentle, her guard lingering in the background. ❛ i tend to get . . overwhelmed easily at large gatherings. too many people, too much noise. ❜ she grins now. ❛ i appreciate your care in asking if i needed some air. it is beautiful up here, is it not ? ❜

[fantasylandblues]

pov: you're in my modern hotd universe and you just opened your tumblr dash

based on viral textposts- part two!

[valyrianvalors]

plot: open to rhaenyra, rhaenys, any ocs that have been through childbirth that would fit into this ! i just need bonding and love between the targaryen women thank you so much!

'all this time……all these months, i have had a singular purpose.' helaena's hazy purple eyes stared ahead and the flames crackling in the fireplace. she had been confined to her bed for some weeks now. she did not truly mind it. most of the time she was content to be left on her own. she would work on her needlepoint, she would read, she would rest. occasionally her lady mother would visit but their conversations always remained slightly stilted. aegon would visit too. the conversations with him had grown more cordial recently. they where no longer simply husband and wife or brother and sister. they where to be a mother and father soon, 'to keep them safe here.' helaena spoke as she always did. softly. not meekly. helaena targaryen was not to be mistaken for weak. her hands rested on either side of her swollen belly. it had not been easy, especially not the last months. her feet swelled and walking had become difficult. maester orwyle had encouraged her to remain in bed except for twice a day when her ladie's maids would help her to her feet and she would walk around her chambers so that her body did not get sore. then she would get back into bed and on and on it went.

'and now, i'm expected to let them free.' there was no stopping it really. her body was acting of it's own accord now but still the thought terrfied helaena, 'i can protect them in here. at least when they are inside me, i know they are safe.' her eyes tear away from the flames just long enough to linger on the others face. helaena rarely ever looked directly at people. her father had once told her that she never saw people's eyes, only the space behind them but not now. her purple eyes meet the others, 'does it ever go away? that fear? that once they're not in your belly anymore, there's nothing you can ever do to keep them that safe again?'

[roseguided]

𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐍, 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐄𝐍𝐀 𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅. it was entirely a possibility & one that’s happened to plenty of women when it was their time for birth. the one who comes to mind the most, perhaps, was the late queen aemma. how she hadn’t any trouble birthing their sister only to be sliced open when giving birth to prince baelon. what was worse was that their father chose the babe over her, that he hadn’t given her the option to deny what was done to her. it was scary, helaena felt, to know that her husband, her brother moreso, could have that kind of power over her, her body & what becomes of it. asking such a question was not meant to offend, but it had been pressing in the front of her mind for weeks ! she needed to know, needed to have an answer in case things went wrong & it did, indeed, become a reality she had to face.

eyes have turned away from @devilsnare, worried she wouldn’t be able to stomach the answer: yes. but, much to her relief he said he wouldn’t choose the babies over her. it lifted something from her shoulders, even made her reach out to take the hand hovering over her own.

their joined hands rest in the space between them on the couch, a silent assured squeeze before she answer. ❛ it is comforting to know you would not sentence me to certain death in such a way. ❜ still, she’ll worry until the babies are out of her body & into the world. gods, it was far too uncomfortable in every way—the princess loathed it entirely. violet eyes turn toward her brother, ❛ grandsire would make you choose & even though i know he cares for me—he would want the babies to live. ❜ for the sake of having an heir, given one of their children is a boy. helaena knows the workings, ambitions, of her grandsire. a small smile, another squeeze of his hand, ❛ i love you too, brother. ❜ she means it, ❛ i am . . sorry we don’t find occasion, as of late, to remind ourselves of it. aemond, too. we are, at times, all each other has. ❜

          THE  QUESTION  HAD  TAKEN  THE  PRINCE  BY  SURPRISE.  Helaena  had  been  an  emotional  wreck  since  the  pregnancy  first  began,  as  she  got  closer  and  closer  to  delivery  date  it  only  worsened.  Helaena  was  always  fretting  over  something,  so  he  hadn't  paid  much  mind  to  it  until  she  asked  him,  would  you  choose  the  baby  over  me ?

           All  at  once  the  pieces  fell  into  place.  She  was  worried  about  not  surviving  the  birth.  it  was  sure  to  be  a  lot  of  her  body.  They  were  having  twins.  Twice  the  work.  At  first  they  had  celebrated,  two  children  from  one  copulation.  It  would  be  a  while  before  they  were  pressured  into  bed  together  again.  But  that  excitement  had  turned  into  fear  without  Aegon  realizing.

           Aegon  reached  out  to  touch  her,  but  he  stopped,  his  hand  hovering  above  her  shoulder.  She  didn't  like  to  be  touched  but  he  had  already  committed  to  the  movement.  his  hand  lingered  there  for  a  moment  before  he  pulled  it  away.  ❝ Over  the  sister  I've  known  her  whole  life ? ❞  he  asked,  struggling  to  understand  how  she  could  think  he'd  pick  her  over  two  strangers.  What  did  she  think  of  him ?  That  he  was  so  quick  to  get  rid  of  her ? 

Their  marriage  was  far  from  ideal  but  he'd  never  wish  her  harm.  He  and  Aemond  would  down  any  one  who  hurt  her.  ❝ No. ❞  He  moved  closer  to  her.  Again  he  tried  to  reach  out,  his  hand  placed  in  the  air  above  hers.  He  waited  for  her  to  move  away  or  remain  still  and  let  him  approach.  ❝ I  know  that  I  don't  say  it  often,  but  I  do  love  you,  Helaena. ❞  Words  they  would  never  say  if  they  weren't  alone.  ❝ I  don't  love  you  like  a  husband,  but  I  am  still  your  brother. ❞  He  wouldn't  let  anything  bad  happen  to  her. 

a  semi  plotted  starter  for  @roseguided 's helaena targaryen

[roseguidedarc]

@scndbrn​ ASKED,  ❛  𝒊  𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕  𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓  𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆  𝒂𝒔  𝒂  𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅 .  ❜ ( 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒆𝒏𝒂 ! )

      𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑  she had on her embroidery hoop, head rising with furrowed brown to gaze at her brother.    lips easily downturn, hands that were held up to see her work lower to rest against her lap.    just in front of her, toward the fire to stave off the cold of night outside, her children mutter amongst themselves   &&   play with an assortment of toys.   aemond, on the other hand, sits in a chair just to the right   &&  in front of helaena. his comment brings instant saddened to settle inside of her chest. while helaena can   𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓭  how that is true or , in the least , feels as it were true . . it also makes her feel slightly discredited as a sister.    (   a sister who has always favoured him. a sister who has, in her own ways, shows aemond that he’s loved by her at the least. as a sister who tries . . . )      ;      a pause happens between them:  ❝  but, I love you.  ❞  tone matches her expression,   ❝  I’ve always tried to show you, tell you, that I do.    has it not been enough, aemond ?  ❞   now, brow arches slightly in her questioning. sharply, head lowers  &&  hands continue their work carefully. a sigh passes lips,   ❝  though, I suppose one persons love cannot be enough for a whole person. now when you are surrounded . . surrounded by those who should love you, but cannot or will not.  “   in this, she gives aemond some of the benefit.  ❝  father with his favorite, rhaenyra,  &&  mother who . . tries, but is ever distant.  ❞  voice lowers, head giving a slight shake as if warding off  𝚄𝙽𝙿𝙻𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙰𝙽𝚃  thoughts.

[writingwenches]

I can’t help but want to write a dissertation on the correlation of “Targaryen daughters are born to be wives of their brothers” and the lack of other ladies at court besides servants.

Ladies-in-waiting class of woman served such a fun purpose in most courts, all over the IRL world. And it seems like HOTD does not have this custom. Which is another extremely isolating thing.

(Sure, it could simply because not wanting to pay additional actors/costumes but let’s ignore that LOLL)

Not wanting to surround your daughters/wives with other woman who are not bred to marry their siblings seems…intentional and fascinating.

[crumbledstatues]

@eyeofvengeance requested a starter from Helaena

SOMETIMES, THERE IS A SEMBLANCE OF FAMILY. It is not just politics, something blooming on the horizon. Hand turns loom; spool of green, spool of black, dragons of flesh, weaving dragons of thread. Aegon has not been found, probably off galavanting as always, but there is comfort here with Aemond in her chambers. Helaena sits with Maelor in her lap, bouncing him on her leg as the twins play in front of her. She studies Aemond intently, how he sits with them as they play, their toys clasped between tiny fingers and soaring through the air like dragons.

"I may be fooled into believing you enjoy this more than sparring in the training yard," she jests quietly with the ghost of a smile.

[alicentsultana]

It's funny to me the lack of relationship between Rhaenyra and her siblings.

If my parents ever remarried and had a child I would still love my new sibling as I love my own brother, no matter if I would be angry at my father or my mother (or my new stepfather/stepmother), that new little thing is still my blood, therefore part of me too.

It saddens me the lack of relationships between Alicent children's and the rest of their family. They were disregarded and excluded altogether because of petty stuff - my own family has issues and feud and we still love the children's no matter what happened, even when we're not in good terms - they decided to do it because of the ambitions of one guy and the blindness of the other. I even bet Alicent would be so chill had the family of her husband accepted her and at least regarded her children with the respect they deserve, not with side eyes and open ignorance.

[roseguided]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐍 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐘 agreeing with her as helaena takes a moment to herself in the keeps gardens. sat on a blanket, shades slightly by an overcrop of seasonal spring flowers behind her. sprawled out before her a small array of foods & a few books that had been given to her as a gift. inside of them various detailed drawings & information of some dornish bugs she had never heard of--mind enthralled to learn more about a topic that has always interested her. head lifts, violet eyes settling on someone she's surprised to see about the keep: ❛ daenerys ! ❜ princess calls with a wave of her hand, with a smile on her lips. it wasn't often helaena got to see her half-siblings. approching, hel's hands take the others as bare feet press into dewy grass. ❛ i hadn't heard of your visit. it's so nice to see you. ❜

[ * @daecaerys liked for a starter ! > helaena targaryen to daenerys targaryen ]

[king7doms]

Incorrect quotes: Helaena feat. Aemond. Inspired by this iconic moment in pop culture history. This is the post that gets me canceled, isn't it?

[roseguidedarc]

@tyvell​ ASKED,   ' 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕. 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕? ' 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒆𝒏𝒂

         𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐃𝐄, 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐄   holder with slightly shaky hands.   helaena has always scared easy no matter what was going on—a harmless prank , some sort of creature in her chambers, or something more serious.   it’s not that she isn’t brave, but more so that she fear the unknown more than anything else  !    once whatever is frightening her is in sight, her mind deciding she can handle or deal with it, then her anxiety seems to lessen. however, tonight one hand holds the candle, one of their only sources of light, while the other holds   𝙵𝙸𝚁𝙼𝙻𝚈   on margaery’s arm for both emotional   &&   physical support.     ;      words prompt a spike in heart rate, head of white hair giving a quick shake.    ❝  no , no !   what was it, what did you hear  ?!  ❞  voice is hushed whisper, eyes glancing around darkness of the hallway so late at night.   a sharp breath inward,  ❝  if this is some-some joke, my lady, I do not appreciate it one bit !  “   then suddenly, another little squeak is heard  &&  the intruder in question, a harmless little kitchen noise, scurries along their feet.   helaena makes brief eye contact with it before giving a   𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓽,   candle holder dropped by the flame not extinguished,  &&  runs forward a few paces.   body seems to hop a little in place, hands shaking themselves out, as the sensation of prickles on her body make her skin crawl !     ❝  a mouse, a mouse !   seven hells !  ❞   hands place themselves in waist to smooth hands against it, a breath pushed out heavily.  ❝  I’m usually not afraid of those things, considering my love for bugs, but . . ❞

[ofdragondreamers]

@dragcndreamfyre -- aemond & helaena.

aemond was no threat to helaena. not truly, regardless of what anyone thought. he cared for her; he had been closer to her than any of their other siblings -- especially when they were children. "sister," he says, "i wish i could have prevented what happened to your son. it was meant to be me, not an innocent child."

[roseguided]

𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐄𝐍𝐀 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐘, when she felt at ease. though, has she ever fully ? her entire life has been spent in some state of discomfort to which she had grown accustomed to. be it the noise, the feeling of her cloths on her skin, or the loss of those around her. one thing after another, something else for her brain to shut away. to make her numb toward in this seemingly perpetual state of grief--even the joy, comfort, of her remaining child's presence has been taken from her. ( helaena is alone. like she was when her son was killed, like she was during her grief for all of them. alone, has she always been alone ? reaching out for her mothers arms, for anyone to understand her better than what they have. to believe her when she spoke. )

body is sat on the floor before tiny cages of crickets, the flood of inky black fabric spreading outward around her. helaena refuses to wear green. . . the color reminds her of loss, of sickness, of a war. head only turns when @balisongz speaks to her.

as he sits, the lord hands presence not uncomfortable to her, helaena turns her head silently with downturned eyes to acknowledge him with a nod. as the crickets are asked about, hand raises to poke at a wooden cage: ❛ quiet, ❜ she speaks, tone strained from disuse. it was almost a miracle to get a sentence out of her these days. ❛ they've stopped singing. all of them. i wish i could . . understand why. ❜

The journey south has been a long one, each battle hard.  Was it worth it in the end ?  With neither ruler alive ?  The young prince Aegon, a child of ten and one, would soon be named king.  The pin signifying the lord as Hand of King sits above his heart.  Heavy is the metal.  Like a curse.  Every decision he makes will be written down in the histories.  It will ripple out affecting generations of men and women.  He supposes that it's always been like that.  But it felt different but in the North.  Here in King's Landing, he can see the effects of war.  He saw it his whole march down.  And he sees it so clearly in the Queen. 

❝  Your Grace,  ❞       Cregan greets Helaena as does nearly everyday, with a rough voice but a warm smile.  Grief.  Madness.  Some say she has always been this way.  The pair only year apart in age.  He can't help but feel for her.  Especially when his eyes wander over to her children who aren't much older than his own.  Death looms over them both.       ❝  How are the crickets today ?  ❞       He thinks it'll be easier if he asks about the bugs instead of her.  It's easier to talk of wolves and insects than politics and loss.  He takes a seat close to her, but still a respectful distance away.  

a STARTER for 𝙷𝙴𝙻𝙰𝙴𝙽𝙰 𝚃𝙰𝚁𝙶𝙰𝚁𝚈𝙴𝙽 / @roseguided