#queen helena

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Threads of Black and Threads of Green

Jace Velaryon/ targaryen x Helaena Targaryen

TW: none

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Chapter one; New Dreams

Helaena’s morning had started as it did every day since her sister had taken her rightful place in the Iron throne. She was no longer Queen so she was allowed to sleep longer, she was allowed more freedom, and more importantly she had more say in things about herself, she had been finally able to order the maids that help her dress and bathe to not touch her, it had been her first request to her sister after she had been crowned. 

“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 or my hair!.” she blurted out, part of her felt ashamed that she had spoken so bluntly to the Queen but she had just smiled 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 thought about how she didn't even think for a second about her mother. 

Helaena enjoyed doing things by herself from brushing her hair to choosing her clothes before when she was younger she was able to pick her dresses but after the crowning of Aegon, her mother instructed the maids to select something regal that made her look the part of Queen she was to play but to Helaena it felt like her mother was intentionally putting her in the dresses that would make her skin crawl, that felt needles prickling her, the sensation of hundreds of small ants running around her body, just the thoughts of those dresses brought her to tears. 

She finished reading herself for the day 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 placed a hand on her belly and wondered what her sister would do if her child turned out to be a boy, 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 in the throne, however, if she were a girl she would be another girl 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? 

She spent all day there, never moving from her place at the table 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, being too early for her maids to help her ready for bed, “ Princess, Lady Mysaria is here to see you.” Ser Lyonel informed her as he allowed the woman to enter her room. 

“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 and near her lap as she sat down, no longer being able to stay standing up. 

Mysaria made her way to the 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 and picking it up,” Of course, after you reached that conclusion, I 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 baby and the babe will present nothing but a challenge, 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 reaching for the woman's hand that is on the table 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 we will not put the Queen's reign in jeopardy,” She says to Helena, thumb caressing her hand.

As Helaena slowly woke from her slumber she could hear voices around her, she was lying down in a comfortable blanket, warm and soft, the perfect blanket for when she would wake up in tears and her beading would feel like laying down in a pile of needle, still feeling too weak she kept her eyes closed and listen to the conversation. “She has never had a spell this intense,” Helaena can hear Jacaerys tell to someone, who she can assume is the maester while what appears passing around the room. “Usually she would wake up asking for me or mumbling but 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 doesn't want to hear him in pain but her heart swells at the thought she 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 me, your wife is a dragon and while Rhaenyra has the burden of the throne yours has the burden of her visions, her dreams,” Daemon says, giving Jace a clap on his back. 

She feels the bed move and a light kiss is placed on her head, “You should go Daemon,” he says, so Daemon was here checking on her? Or maybe on Jace “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, the fantasy she always wished for, a dream where he would rescue her, marry her, and take her away, it finally was the 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 dropped her maybe her family wanted so bad, she was married to Jacaerys her mother had rejected him and Rhaenyra 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?

So far what she knew was set in stone was that she was married to Jace, She had the twins, Daemon, and maybe many 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. Be able to protect her husband and children.

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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😆

[cursed-princess-club]

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

[scentedmiracleobject]

Aemond learns that Daemon sent assassins after him

Aemond in the brothel:

[nalyniavadelletargaryen]

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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marla singer meeting tyler durden for the first time:

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Threads of Black and Threads of Green

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Masterlist

There is a playlist for the story now! Check it out in the masterlist

Hey guys starting this chapter I’ll begin to divide the story into three parts per chapter, they will consist of moments from Jace and Helena's past in the new reality, and there will also be scenes from Helaenas original timeline so as to difference them I'll be marking them as the following

Dance of the Dragon; OG timeline book/show

Threads of Green; Flashbacks from Helaenas childhood from her new reality, also other characters will be featured here since Helaena and Jace's fate lies within the actions and decisions of other characters!

Threads of Black: Helaena in her new reality!

Hope this helps and makes it less Confusing!

Dance of the Dragon

It was early morning when Ser Lyonel called for her, “Princess? the Queen is requesting your presence,”

“Of course!” she answered standing up, “Please let the queen know I shall be there in haste,” she asked Ser Lyonel ready to get changed into a more appropriate to see her sister. 

“No need my lady,” Ser Lyonel stopped her and stepped aside allowing her sister to enter the room. “She is here.”

“Sister,” Helaena muttered surprised.

“Sister.”Rhaenyra greeted with a smile as she made her way to Helaena’s table and sat down. 

“Your grace,” Ser Lyonel bowed, “I shall be outside should you require anything,” he announced and walked out. 

“Hope you aren't too full from breaking your fast.”Rhaenyra said with a gentle smile, “I have ordered some lemon cakes, I know the first moons of pregnancy can be ghastly and those cakes were the only thing I could eat in the morning.” 

Helaena froze not knowing how to react, not knowing exactly what to answer. 

“Helaena,” Rhaenyra calls for her name softly, “I promise I will do what I can to keep you and your child safe, we are blood, and there is so little of our family left,” Rhaenyra explained, tears forming in her eyes. “We must look after each other,”

“I'm sorry,” Helaena apologized as tears formed in her eyes, “I never wished for any of this,” she covered her face crying. There was so much pain everywhere she looked, every time she breathed.

Rhaenyra gave her a teary smile and held her hand, “We both have lost so much already sister” she said, “no need to apologize for something you had no control over.” she said, “ I will forever apologize for what Daemon did, I am truly sorry sister” 

Helaena appreciated the apology, she really did, she believed her sister was sorry for the loss of her child but she also knew that she had Daemon at her side, that she still loved him with all her heart and he laid at her side at night, that fact broke something in Haelana, to know the man who ordered the slaughter of her children lived well, that he was so loved by his children and Rhaenyra, she felt it unfair. 

She said nothing of this to her sister, of course, deciding to focus on the good and how her sister had been merciful to her. So she gave her sister a small smile, “Thank you, sister,” 

“There is one more thing we should discuss,” Rhaenyra readjusted sitting more regally in the chair, The dragon Queen making an appearance.

“What is it, sister?” Helaena asked.

“Your mother,” Rhaenyra said harshly, “ Alicent cannot know of his Helaena,” Rhaenyra said sternly, “There are still many who want me off my throne, many here in the castle who are loyal to your mother and the greens, they will never stop-”

“She will never stop” Helaena interrupted angrily. “ You meant to say that my mother will never stop.” she almost spits, anger filling her veins and rage filling her eyes. 

Alicent was an enigma for everyone except Helaena who knew her mother even if her mother herself could see it. Helaena had always been called the delusional one but her mother outdid her. First, she would allow ambition and hate to rule her decisions and her actions to then be eaten by guilt and remorse when those actions reciprocated with consequences, on and on the cycle would go, or how Helaena always thought of it, a boat that swayed never being able to move forward. If her mother learned of the pregnancy Helaena knew her child would be another pawn in the game, another child's life to be put at risk to discredit Rhaenyra.

A knock on the door caught their attention, a maid walked in with a tray of sweets. “Let us eat sister,” Rhaenyra smiled delightedly. “ Being upset will do you no good.” 

Helaena gave Rhaenyra a teary and kind smile as the cakes were served. 

They spend the morning eating cake, laughing, and bonding. Something that years ago Helaena would have yearned for. 

Threads of Black

Helaena looked mesmerized at all the gowns in front of her, she was surprised that there were so many, 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 out 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. The dress would vary from all shades of blue and reds, whites, 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.  

She slowly parted her hand from her face to touch one of them 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. 

“Hel” 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 freaked out 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 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 piece, 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 desperate 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 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 adores 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 her door 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 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, not able 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 the rats with my own hands.” 

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

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

Threads of Green

Rhaenyra paced back and forth, haunted by what she had just seen. 

Oh, Helaena, her poor sister who she had never even thought about until now, how blind had Rhaenyra been all these years but she would make it right, she would mend what was broken and if she had to fight Alicent she would do it until she is successful. 

There is no going back from her decision, Alicent will be the last Green Queen.

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Blue is the color of the most magical girls 🌊

by Naman_Doodles

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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.

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‼️ANY MELANIE MARTINEZ STUFF IS NO LONGER INCLUDED, WE DON'T STAND SA'ERS HERE‼️

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