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Threads of Black and Threads of Green

Jace Velaryon/ targaryen x Helaena Targaryen

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Chapter one; Dance of The Dragons I

Helaena’s mornings had begun the same way every day since her sister had taken her rightful place on the Iron throne. She would wake up, break her fast alone then visit her mother, spend her afternoon in the garden, reading or having tea with her sister until it was time for her supper. Now that she no longer was Queen she was allowed so many more things like sleeping longer, more freedom to have a say in matters regarding herself, and finally, she was able to take the reigns of her life, while Helaena had been Queen she had wilded no real power given that her mother made certain that everything was done how she wanted not how Helaena wished for it.

Helaena enjoyed doing things by herself, she had always enjoyed it, from brushing her hair to choosing her clothes. When she was younger she had been able to pick her dresses, after the crowning of Aegon, her mother instructed the maids to select Helaenas cloths, something regal that made her look the part of Queen she was to play. Helaena often felt like her mother was intentionally putting her in the dresses that would overwhelm her the most making her skin crawl, the feeling of needles prickling her, the sensation of hundreds of small ants running around her body, now just the thoughts of those dresses brought her to tears

The first time she had spent an afternoon with her sister after the coronation, the first time she had truly interacted with Rhaenyra since the retaking of Kingslanding since Helaena of course had not been allowed to attend the coronation for her safety, her sister had asked how Helaena was, how she felt and if there had been anything she could do for her. 

“Anything that I can do to help, sister?” the Queen had asked her one afternoon as they drank tea.  

“I wish for the maids to not touch me!.” she blurted out, part of her felt ashamed that she had spoken so bluntly to the Queen but Rhaenyra had just smiled at her and instructed every single person of Helaenas staff to not lay a finger on her sister if she did not desire it. Later that night as Helaena brushed her hair, she was reminiscing about how she hadn’t even thought for a second to ask about her mother and to plead for her.

She finished preparing for the day by herself and proceeded to break her fast while reading a book. Days in the Keep were slow but gentle to her. She would usually be left alone until she visited her mother in the cells, and some days after the visits, she would ask her sister for tea. 

She felt queasy and quickly rushed towards her chamber pot, vomiting everything she had eaten. Oh the joys of pregnancy, she thought bitterly, after feeling better she quickly proceeded to do her business in it to try and hide the vomit.

Once she was done she came back to her couch, placed a hand on her belly, and wondered what her sister would do if her child turned out to be a boy. Naturally, he would be an heir for Aegon that is if her husband still lived, worse some lord would rally behind her child to dethrone Rhaenyra and place him on the throne, however, if the baby was a girl, she would be another bargaining chip for the Greens to marry away in exchange for armies and alliances; Helaena feared for her babe, why could her children not been fathered by another man, a good man or the man she loved and longed for. Would Rhaenyra allow her babe to live? Helaena knew that it was a risk for Rhaenyras's position to let her child live but could she be capable of killing her or her child? 

Unable to move from the panic and overwhelming feelings she spent all day there, never moving from her seat ignoring as maids came and went, wondering, planning, and praying to whatever God would listen, asking for guidance on how to coax her sister to let her babe live when she had realized the sun was setting, she had skipped visiting her mother and by now it was too late to request an audience with her sister. 

The door opened unpromptedly later that afternoon, “Lady Helaena, Lady Mysaria is here to see you.” Ser Lyonel informed her as he allowed the woman to enter her room. 

A new development in her life was that most nobles had begun calling her Lady Helaena rather than Princess unless her sister was present. She had passed from Princess to only Lady Helaena. 

“Thank you Ser,” she thanked him and proceeded to stand up, Ser Lyonel bowed and retired to guard her door again. 

“No need, to stand up princess.” Mysaria informed her with a gentle smile, “Especially in your condition.” she said to her.

“My apologies Lady Mysaria, I am not certain I understand what you mean” she immediately replied, her hands began shaking so she held them tight making sure never to bring them near her belly, she clasped them together on her lap as she sat down, no longer being able to stay standing up.” I am feeling rather well.”

Mysaria made her way to her table and sat down, “No need to lie princess.” She informed Helaena. “I know everything and so does the Queen.” 

Helaena felt the ground be swept off under her as she grew weak. “Th- the Queen knows?” 

Mysaria nodded serving herself some tea her maids had brought earlier in case she got hungry and picking it up,” Of course, after you reached that conclusion, so did I and immediately informed her.” 

“Ho-how did you find out?” she asked, eyes full of tears. 

“The same way you did,” Mysaria answered after drinking from her cup. “No bleeding, the maids informed me of your morning sickness and your strange appetite.”

“What does my sister think of this?” she asked frightened. 

Mysaria sighed setting her cup down, “The queen has a gentle heart and feels for you, I feel for you Princess Helaena but that babe,” she pointed to Helaenas belly, “is Aegon’s baby and the babe will present nothing but a challenge to the Queen, you must know that Princess.” 

“ I know, I am aware but my sister must know the babe is innocent! ” She pleads hands cradling her womb, “Wh-what if I say the babe is a bastard? I can claim I had a lover in front of the entire court! I will do whatever is necessary for my baby, please lady Mysaria, please help me keep my baby!” she cries, running to sit down at the table reaching for the woman's hand desperate for an answer.

Mysaria settles her left hand on top of Helaena’s, “The Queen and I will do what we can Princess but I can't promise you everything will be fine, this are dark times and I will not put the Queen's reign in jeopardy,” She says to Helena, thumb caressing her hand.

“I understand,” Helaena answered as tears ran down her face. 

“I will advise you Princess Helaena,” Lady Mysaria said while retracting her hands from Helaenas. “If you could betray Aegon by informing us of where he is, it would be in your best interest and maybe the small council could help you.” she offered the advice.

“Bu- but I do not know where Aegon went! I wasn't aware he had even planned to leave.” she pleads. 

“Then it would be in your best interest to find that information.” Mysaria tells her with a serious tone, almost a warning, “Talk to the one who would know,” 

Lady Mysaria had departed soon after her conversation with Helaena bidding her a good afternoon and retiring. 

After that Ser Lyonel informed her of the time, It was visit hours with her mother if she wished to see her.

Her mother, Lady Alicent Hightower. Rhaenyra had officially stripped her mother of her dowager Queen title, she was nothing more than a lady like her. 

She made her way down to the dungeons with Ser Lyonel behind her, following her of course not to protect her but to keep an eye on her. No one in this place ever cared for her, not when she was Queen, and less now that she was merely a Lady.

“Helaena! My dear!” Helaena could hear her mother before she saw her.

“Mother,” she answered as she approached the cell. She could see her mother through the small window with bars at the door of her cell. The first thing she saw was her mother's hands and then her face as she pressed herself as close as she could. 

“Oh thank the mother!” She praised grabbing Helaenas cheeks and caressing her face, “You are safe,” She sighed in relief. 

“I came to see you the day before,” Helanea reminded her. 

“Yes of course but every day I fear they will execute you for breathing the incorrect way,” she exclaims worried sick and tears gathering her eyes.

“Mother,” she sighs, uncomfortable with her mother's behavior, with her tears.

“What! Why are you acting like the only reason they aren't killing us is to prevent an uproar!” She yells angrily at Helaena and bangs the bars of the cell. 

She remembers now why she is only allowed to visit her mother in this cell, days ago her mother had gotten mad at Helaena and grabbed her through the bars of the cell, scratching her and accidentally banging Helaena against the cell. Her sister yelled at her mother and forbade her from seeing Helaena in a cell that allowed her to touch her. 

“You can not say things like that mother!” she says hardly panicking in the inside, she looks back at Sir Lyonel and the guards, they dont move nor look at them but she knows they heard her mother. 

“WHY? Because if precious rhaenyra would hear me say things like that she would what, KILL ME? She cant! I am the queen! I am the QUEEN MOTHER!” she screams in anguish, fury taking overtaking her, she drops onto her knees covering her face with her hands and then she cried like all the other times before. Helaena took a moment to observe her mother, she had on a grey tunic and her auburn hair was down, her curls going everywhere and her hands, her fingers were read and some of them bandaged after so much pinching and scratching around her nails, her one flaw she would call it. 

“We had everything, I had everything, I was a perfect queen and lady, I never meant for any of this to happened!” she sobbed. 

Helaena opted for leaving her mom, once her crying spells started it took her a couple hours to compose herself again, leaving without saying anything she felt the tears gathering in her own eyes. Helaena rarely felt resentment towards her mother, she tried not to but there occasions like this when she had no will powe to stop the morions and feeling rushing through her, how could her mother still act like the victim when she had deliberatelly put them in this position, seh had aegon and raised him since a child to be king, to steal Rhaenyras throne, then she married to him and made her have kids with him, she planned and scheamed and when things didnt go her way she gave up and now blames everyone else. 

As she made her way to her room quickly Ser Lyonel was fast behind her she dried the tears away from her eyes. How horrid it had turned, she had to deal with Lady Mysaria's cryptid advice to see her mother and deal with the insanity… No.. madness, the madness that emanates from her trapped in that cell where all she does is plead with the gods and relive memory after memory of her life. Every mistake. Every error and every painful moment.

“Lady Helaena!” Sir Lyonel called her but as Helaena turned to look at him she crashed with something, someone. 

King consort Daemon Targaryen, her uncle and her son's murderer. 

“Your grace!” Ser Lyonel exclaimed as he grabbed Helaena by the shoulders, parting her from him. Helaena shuddered at the touch and quickly shook herself from his grip, “My apologies Lady Helaena was careless with her footing.” He excuses her before bowing before Daemon. 

Helaena was no one's fool, she might have not been as sane as everyone else, plagued and marked by the things she had seen throughout her life but she was somewhat aware of how things worked, how the games were played, and what her uncle thought of her. 

Daemon smirked, looking down at Helaena. Through his eyes, she could feel his disdain and almost disgust. “ Of course, “ he mockingly says, “ I am sure Lady Helaena forgot she is in the ground rather than in the clouds, as always.” He snorts and keeps walking. Looking at him, she sees him dressed in dragon-riding attire, and she catches a smell. It fills her with dread, and she realizes what it is. 

He stank of death. The same smell that plagued her little boy that day.

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I don't know how many A Christmas Prince fans there are on here, but did anyone else get the impression during the 2nd and 3rd movies that there's maybe a thing going on between Queen Helena and Mr Zabala?

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Chapter 1.07 - The Childhood Home

Helena found herself standing in front of another house. This one happened to be the one she grew up in.

Helena never could decide if her sister was lucky or not. Candice lived in a house just across the street from their parents and older brother. She got to be close to family all the time, while Helena had to meticulously plan every visit home.

There were times she was grateful for the distance. Her father had always influenced her actions. He had been the one to encourage her to develop the relationship with Anthony all those years ago. It was not until she was older that she realized that every step of her relationship had been calculated by her own father.

“Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to come in?” Juliana, Helena’s mother, appeared on the front porch and made her way towards her oldest daughter.

Helena smiled, thankfully, or rather hopefully, her mother was blissfully unaware of just how manipulative the man she married was. “I was just taking it all in. It’s been a while since I’ve been home. You’ve made some changes.”

“Oh sweetie, I am glad you are here, and so is your father.” Helena’s mother hugged her tightly. “Everyone is inside. I see Candice, Jack, and the kids aren’t here too…”

“Well, I am a bit early aren’t I. Dad said he wanted to talk to me before dinner.”

“Yes, you are. I was just hoping to get a picture with all of my babies before we eat. It’s so rare that everyone is in the same place at the same time.”

“I’m going to be here for a while, mom. We’ll definitely be able to get that picture. Is dad in his study?”

“Yes, he is. Why don’t you go on in. He is waiting for you.”

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Never doubt the power of innocent dreams⁓💜

I've been going through some of my old DVDs and stumbled across some of my old Sailor Moon videos. I feel like I'm showing my age now that I find the vilians more fun to draw than the scouts😆

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Helena was the ruling queen whime jesse was just the consort idk why i brought that up but it's important to me

YOU'RE SO RIGHT ANON... so glad women in power are real in cpc (even all the shitty ones). i think sexism and misogyny does kinda exist in cpc?? but more in a modern way and luckily less like how it was in historic times where it was REALLY bad. like man things would get darker if it was like that lmao

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Aemond learns that Daemon sent assassins after him

Aemond in the brothel:

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Helena: Why is Aegon screaming in his chambers like a madman?

Y/N: He asked if I wanted to cuddle, and I said, ‘No, it's the middle of the day’…

Helena: …oh.

*Aegon screaming louder*

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𝕻𝖍𝖔𝖙𝖔𝖘 𝖙𝖆𝖐𝖊𝖓 𝖆𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖍𝖚𝖗𝖈𝖍 𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝕸𝖞 𝕮𝖍𝖊𝖒’𝖘 𝕳𝖊𝖑𝖊𝖓𝖆 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖋𝖎𝖑𝖒𝖊𝖉 🖤

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My favourite thing in the entire world is when show creators hire the same actors for their projects, like I absolutely love the fact that anytime I put something Mike Flanagan created chances are I’ll get to see Carla Gugino or Kate Siegel or Rahul Kohli; and when I see ‘created by Ryan Murphy” Sarah Paulson, Angela Bassett, Connie Britton are just around the corner; my favourite era of movies was when Helena Bonham Carter would appear in almost every Tim Burton project. I love it, more people should do it actually 🤌

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Threads of Black and Threads of Green

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Chapter two; Threads of Black I

Helaena slowly awoke from her slumber, she could hear voices around her, and she could feel herself lying down in a comfortable blanket, warm and soft, the perfect blanket, it reminded her of her blanket when she was younger, when she would wake up in tears and her beading would feel like laying down in a pile of needles, she would go and grab it and envelope herself on it.  Still feeling too weak she decided to keep her eyes closed and listen to the conversation. “She has never had a spell this intense,” Helaena can hear Jacaerys tell to someone, whom she can assume is the maester, Jacaerys appears to be pacing around the room. “Usually she would wake up asking for me or mumbling but this time, this time were screams of pure agony, I froze I didn't know what to do.” she can hear the agony in Jace’s words, and an ache in her heart appears she does not want to hear him in pain but simultaneously her heart swells at the thought that he cares for her so much.

“You did what you could, Jace,” a new voice answered, she wondered for a moment why it sounded so familiar, “There was nothing you could do for her at the moment except calm her and reassure her.” 

“I feel,” Jace starts speaking and sighs, “defeated, I hate seeing her in pain, I hate not being able to shelter her from this burden,” she feels a delicate touch, soft fingers caressing her cheek. 

She hears a snort, “Oh dear boy, you are truly your mother's child,” the voice mocks, so not a maester, no,  no maester would dare speak like that to a prince, so casually. “Believe me, we husbands want nothing but keep our wives happy and safe but just like mine, your wife is a dragon and while Rhaenyra has the burden of the throne yours has the burden of her visions, her dreams,” Daemon. She thinks, so Daemon was here checking on her? Or maybe on Jace? 

She feels the bed move and a light kiss is placed on her head, “You should go Daemon,” he says, “Once she recovers we can figure out what frightens her so much.” 

“I do wonder what could have she seen in her visions that would cause this reaction,” Daemon wonders, she then hears some ruffling around, and Jace exclaims, “Daemon let me go!” 

“No no, my dearest stepson, you also need rest and your mother will be furious with me if I let her precious heir go hungry and tired,” Daemon mocks as he, what Helaena imagines is dragging Jace away from her. 

“I need to see Jaehaerys and Jaehaera first,” Jace argues.

“Yes, yes lead the way to my beautiful grandchildren,” Daemon says with a sweet tone,” I still can't believe that you have given me grandchildren already,” he says, their voices sounding farther away, “I always imagined it would be Baela or Rhaena, not little Jacaerys”

“Daemon!” Jacaerys reproaches and then the door is shut and Helaena finds herself surrounded by the silence. 

For a moment she lies there listening to the sound of waves crashing through the window when a profound urge to cry settles in her. What was happening, was this some crude joke from the Gods? Was this a dream or a punishment for the life she led, giving her everything she wanted to just take it away?

Her babes, Jacaerys, and being away from her mother.

Her family. She had just realized she must be far away from them if they had not barged into the room and started accusing her husband's family of trying to kill her. It made Helaenas heartache how easily she was able to say Jacaerys was her husband, a fantasy she always wished for, a dream where he would rescue her, marry her, and take her far away, it finally was her reality. She resided at Dragonstone with her husband's family and her kids protected and tucked away from her mother's venom and her brother's cruelty. Oh, how she wished that maybe in this strange place, the gods had slipped her maybe her family wasn’t so bad, she was married to Jacaerys who she knew her mother had rejected Rhaenyra’s offer once but here she stood as his bride, and living with his family. Could it be possible instead of a curse, a punishment the Gods had granted her everything she wanted? A wish made true. 

So far what she knew was that she was married to Jace, she had the twins, Daemon, and maybe more knew of her gift and could understand it. Her next move would be to understand better what exactly this new life of hers looked like and if she might be able to prevent the war. This time able to protect her children.

What she assumes were hours later, finally, Helaena felt ready to stand and begin her day. She stood up and looked around exploring her and Jace’s room. 

There was the gigantic, bigger than Helaena room as a Princess or Queen, there was ginormous bed, alongside some silk chairs, a desk, a table to eat or for tea, its chairs and various wardrobes and trunks. 

She walked towards the wardrobe curious about her clothing, looking down she wore a soft blue nightgown with dreamfyre silver embroideries, she softly traced the design, Oh her sweet girl maybe she still had her in this world, she would have to ask if she even had a dragon in this world.

 As she opened the door of the wardrobe she found many dresses, mesmerized at all the gowns in front of her she reached out ans touch them, they would vary from all shades of blue and reds, whites, and blacks, some with dragons or sea horses and all types of golden details but there were, “No Green.” she whispered to herself, hand going to her mouth covering her smile. It had surprised her the number of gowns, as a princess her mother thought it would be good to teach her a lesson in humbleness, as a sign of good faith towards the maiden, tho Helaena would notice her mother would have a new shiny attire every time Rhaenyra would come to court or there was an important council meeting. Then as Queen, Helaena still was requested by her mother to stay humble and simple; she had luxury dresses she was only allowed to use on special occasions. 

She slowly parted her hand from her face to touch them again when she felt the presence of someone else, someone looking at her. Panic flooded her and a knot formed in her stomach, flashes of that night when the so-called Blood and Cheese murdered her baby, when that horrid man took her and threatened her with a knife to her neck, having to give up her baby boy, failed to save him.

Tears gathered in her eyes and she bravely turned around towards the entrance of the room but rather than finding the man who haunted her nightmares there at the door stood her now husband, Jace who was giving her such a beautiful smile that immediately fell off his lips as he saw her in tears. 

“Helaenal” he called her name and she closed her eyes finally letting the tears spill, Oh what a sweet sound her name was, her name falling off his lips. Was this truly now her life? Was she allowed to have him and keep him in her life forever?

Protective and gentle arms cradle her as she throws herself at Jacaerys, sobs ripe through her as she spills her despair and anguish, wetting her husband's shirt with her tears. 

“Hel, my daring what troubles you so much this morning?” he asked with a hushed voice but Helaena could feel the desperation behind the gentle words, her heart hurt just thinking she was hurting him, did her family so taint her that she hurt other just by existing?

They both stayed silent for a moment only the sounds of their hearts filled the room  “Jace” she whispered his name, relishing in the feeling that came from uttering it, “Mine,” she spoke, seeing what it would feel to say what she always wanted but could never have and she laid her head in his chest feeling him, 

A small chuckle broke the silence, she could feel the vibration caused by his laughter and after a moment his laughter became contagious and a small chuckle escaped her. 

“Yes Hel, I am yours, now and forever,” He whispered kissing her head gently, arms tightening around her in response she tightened the hold on him, “I know you are very frighten by what happened last night” Jace offered, caressing her back, “But I would like to talk to you about it if it's possible.” 

Helaena nodded, and she slowly loosened her hold on him, they both separated but Jace reached for her hand and they made their way to the bed.

“What did you see last night?” Jace asked, his finger holding tight grounding her. For a moment she wondered if this Jace knew that Helaena hated the feeling of people's thumbs caressing her hand, the sensation always overwhelming her more instead of calming her. “Hel,” Jace called her again, “Why were you so scared for children?”

She swallowed and closed her eyes, “Can I see them?” 

“Why don't we spend the morning together with them?” Jace offered her a smile,” But I would like to first hear what you dreamed of Hel,”

“I don't” she began, her breathing becoming irregular and her eyes filling with tears, “ I don't know if I can speak of it Jace,” she whispered and panicked. “Ever.”

Jace stared unreadable to her, she thought he might have been upset at her but he was still holding her hand. “Did someone perish Helaena?” 

She nodded, “Yes.” she whispered. 

“Who” he asked, now Helanena knew he was truly upset, his eyes were getting red and filled with tears. 

“Our baby,” she cried, covering her face with her hands, “ Our babies were dead!” she screamed and finally broke, all these emotions were flooding her, grief, anger, confusion, relief and it was too much. It was too much for her, she couldn't deal with it, she didn't want to deal with it, she just wanted some peace, she just wanted to stop feeling like this.

She felt crashing against something hard, for the smell it was clear to her Jace had dragged her to him, nesting her under his chin and holding her, small drops of his tears made it to her head and that added to the hurting, was she so much like her mother that she hurt everyone she cared for?

“How Hel,” Jace sobbed, “How did this happen?” he cried.

“Men” she sobbed, “Evil men who- who took them from me” 

“How did they even reach them?” He asked desperately for answers, in agony about what could happen to his kids.

“ they- they snuck in and took me and they killed him in front of me” she cried, hands clutching Jace's clothes. “ I offered them my life, I pleaded with them to take me!” 

Helaena could feel Jace’s rage as his fist golf onto the back of her dress. “And the guards?” he asked with confusion sneaking into his tone. 

“I had none,” She said, vile rising in her throat as she remembered her mother and Criston, “They left me unprotected, they left me alone and open and weak and the rats, THE RATS JACE! “ she screamed. “They took him from me”

Jace was now shaking, “How dare they leave you alone! You are the crown princess! You will be Queen one day! 

“They hold no love for me” she answered him, tone full of bitterness and disdain. 

“ What? Ser Lyonel cherishes you.” he said, “ I can't imagine him letting anything happen to you or our kids.”

Oh, how the gods like their games, Ser Lyonel who guarded the door of her cage, who treated her coldly, never talking to her unless he was informing her of a visitor, only showing her this so-called kindness at the orders of Rhaenyra yet here, he was her fierce protector. 

“How can anyone adore me,” She muttered, “ I am not one of you.” 

“You,” he called for her attention cradling her face in his hands, “Are mine, my wife, my family by blood and marriage,” he kissed her lips slowly, the taste of tears made the kiss bittersweet but under that, the taste of Jace was there, the taste of love, a taste so divine she thinks she will never be able to live without

“This horrible prophecy  won't happen, I promise Helaena.” Jace pleaded, placing his forehead against hers, looking her in the eyes she could see he was trying to ease her pain, brown beautiful eyes looking at hers. “We will think of something, I won't allow them to touch our kids, to hurt you.” 

“How can you promise that?” she asks, unable to tear her eyes from him. “ How can you tell me that nothing will happen when I have seen it?” 

“We have stopped things before Hel, there is nothing you and I haven’t overcome.” He says, moving his lips to kiss her cheeks. “ We will start by having guards at night at the twin's chamber, I’ll talk to Daemon about this and we will plan something to ensure no rats enter this palace,” he promises closing his eyes and resting against her, “ and if they do manage in, I will kill every single one of them with my own hands.” 

Helaena could do nothing but admire her husband, the words he said echoing in her head, he would keep her safe but what did feeling safe truly feel like? 

She closed her eyes and decided to enjoy the peace her husband offered her, they stayed silent for a moment, enjoying the presence of each other. 

“When can I see them?” she asks quietly, eyes still closed. 

“Soon,” he answers just as quietly as her, scared to break the silence surrounding them. 

“Soon,” she repeats and hugs him, hiding her face in his neck as he wraps his arms around her and brings her to his lap.

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marla singer meeting tyler durden for the first time:

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Chapter 1.03 - Just an Act

“Did you have fun, sir?” Butler asked as the King and Queen stepped into the residence. “It was fine.”

“That’s all you have to say Anthony? It was fine… Some of our closest friends and family came from near and far to celebrate our anniversary and that’s all you have to say?” “Helena, really? My close friends were not there. Were they even invited? But somehow your childhood fried and his wife were in attendance. You and I both know that that event was just a show. It was acting.” Anthony said as he sat down in an arm chair.

“What about last night, was last night just acting too?” “I’m going to go turn down the beds…” said Butler quietly as he exited the foyer. It was nights like these he was grateful that King Anthony insisted on keeping limited staff in the residence, much to the chagrin of his Queen, Helena. “You were ovulating, and I’m always down for a decent fuck.” “Fuck you Anthony! Is this a joke to you, are we a joke?” “Does it look like I’m laughing?” Anthony sighed. “You are the one choosing to stay, Helena.”

Helena sat down in the vacant chair. “I’m staying to protect your image.” “Funny, you’re not staying because you love me, but to ‘protect my image”. Is that really it, or are you staying because you like being queen. Or maybe it’s because your daddy really wants you to have another baby so he can be grandfather to the heir again. “You do not have to bring my father into this!” “Why not, I’m surprised he wasn’t here tonight. He’s been in our marriage from the beginning hasn’t he? I was just too stupid to realize it until…” “Don’t even say it. I swear to the Watcher above Anthony.” “You swear what Helena. Did your father even love our son?! Two days after he died he was asking us about trying again. And you said nothing. You did fucking nothing.” “I was grieving! You didn’t have to punch him in the face and have him escorted out of the residence!” “Yeah, well I was grieving too.”

Helena stood and began to walk off before exiting the room, she stopped to stare at a picture from early in their marriage. “How the hell did we end up like this?” “Maybe we were always like this. We were just too blind to see it.” “I’m going to head out to Newcrest for a few weeks. My dad is having surgery, and Candice will be giving birth soon. I want to be there and help out with the kids.” “Yeah, I’ll be fine here.” “You’re going to stay here instead of the pier?” “I don’t know, Helena. I haven’t thought about it.” “You should stay at the Pier, you can be closer to the people. And maybe attend a service in Old Towne.” “I don’t need you putting a schedule together for me. Go pack and have fun with your family. Tell the kids I said hello.” “Right.” Helena disappeared through the door.

Anthony studied the same photo Helena had been staring at before she left the foyer. He had been so in love with her back then. He thought nothing could break them. But the death of a child changes everything. It makes everything clear. One thing he was sure of was that Helena’s father, Samuel Moore, was a manipulative power-hungry man. Only the Watcher knows what that man still had in store for him.

[goldberry-edition]

Blue is the color of the most magical girls 🌊

by Naman_Doodles

[cursed-princess-club]

me everytime helena talks (SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP)

[nefarious-hopes]