#roseguided: helaena.

[bronzebtch]

‘ surprised to run into you here. ’ / helaena

❝ is it now, dear princess ? ❞ rhea cannot help herself from smiling, just a little, at the sight of the little one. and as such, she cannot help from bending at her knees, despite all protocols probably prohibits her from doing so — in her armour or gowns alike — as she extends a hand, just to see if the young princess would come to take it.

rhea could only remember very briefly during her short time here, at the red keep, back when she was brought before her wedding with prince daemon targaryen. how wealthy the event had been, but how sour her newly-wed husband had become. yet that is not the memory that sticks with her now. no, she remembers briefly of a very much similar-looking pale-haired beauty who was only an arm's length then, cradled in aemma arryn's arms.

this princess in front of her now is clearly not anymore a babe, with how well-spoken she is, nor is she aemma arryn's delight - though the flesh of her round cheeks are almost similar. and, anyways, all child soften a little something in rhea that she dares not name, a glimpse of motherhood she knows she cannot claim. perhaps it is only that. a passing fancy.

❝ i'm afraid you are not meant to be around unaccompanied, your highness, ❞ rhea says, her voice a diplomatic thing: rounded and calm, but not without a hint of that gentleness she rarely exudes. ❝ shall we look for your septa or lady-in-waiting together ? i am rhea. your uncle's wife. ❞

@roseguided / random dialogue meme + accepting

[dragynfirearc]

@roseguided asked, “ may I hold one of them, princess ? “

jaehaerys sits on the queen's lap, bouncing up and down on her leg, pretending to ride a dragon. helaena makes the roaring sounds for him and holds out his arms, moving them as if his limbs were the wings. jaehaera sits on the floor and coos as she plays with her toys. laughter fills the room and for a moment, everything felt right. someone walks through the door, light violet hues landing on a familiar face, the smile she wears deepening until laugh lines near her eyes show. " floris, come. come in. " arms wrap around the boy in her lap, pulling him in for a quick cuddle before he moves down towards the floor to play. her brother's wife was beautiful and charming. helaena was not normally too chatty, but she felt comfortable around the other woman, as if no bad judgement could pass between them. " you may! jaehaera, my love, would you like to be held?" the fair-haired girl turns towards them with a grin, motioning for someone to pick her up with her hands. the queen does so before carefully placing her daughter on floris' lap. " have you and aemond talked about having some of your own? "

[daecaerys]

dany looked down at her own feet upon noticing the bare ones of her half-sister, smile taking its place on her features. helaena, the name came through an amused but fond thought. after hearing her name coming from the sweet tones of the other it was impossible not to approach and notice everything. the open book full of things daenerys had no curiosity for, and yet, somehow, were strangely beautiful. ❛ no, you wouldn't have. i haven't told anyone of my visit. ❜ though by now all of kingslanding would know when seeing the black figure of her mount. the princess smiled back, fingers playing with the girl's. ❛ so you better keep it a secret for now. ❜ half a joke. daenerys returned for one reason only ; to see for herself how fragile was their father's health and how true were the rumours and the informations carried by the ravens. the lies and the irony she could do without, for few hours more.

thus, she sat on the ground, entering the garden and the reality of helaena. ❛ what are these? ❜ while the stomach wanted her to point to the delicious food spread over the blanket, it was clear that she meant the drawings of insects inside the book. spring was over them like a blessing ; to leave politics to the side, for as long as the god's allowed them. ❛ they look very dangerous. are they? ❜ to dany, most insects were dangerous anyway ; or so they seemed most of the time.

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 ]

[seraphseye]

ヽ ⠀⠀* ₍   𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐱,   accepting.   ╎   ♔.     ❛ don't look at me like that. ❜ ... @roseguided, rhaenyra to aegon.

it is not uncommon for him to get lost within his own thoughts , and the liquor usually does a good enough job to distract him from putting too much thought into them ; perhaps the servants have replaced the contents of his goblet with mere grape juice , for his mind is far too unsettling this evening. watching the way his half⸻sister's head tips back when she's laughing , and the way violets fill with nothing but adoration when speaking with her children , fills him with a strange feeling that makes his stomach churn , but perhaps that is only the wine. aegon's   best   friend   has   always   been   his   loneliness , and his second has been the envy he feels over things he will never have. there had been a time where he was once the brightest thing in the room at any given time . . his mother had not despised him yet , his father had cooed at him and cradled him , and his sister had held him in her lap as she tried and failed to teach him how to properly say her name. but then she had birthed children of her own , and helaena had come , aemond following soon after. he   was   no   more   than   an   old   doll   that   had   been   thrown   into   the   bottom   of   the   toybox.

still , he sat back and watched as rhaenyra remained the golden child , the king's other children barely receiving a lick of acknowledgement. had watched as his mother's near obsession over her childhood best friend still managed to play a part in every strategic move she made , as if rhaenyra alone could save her from the life she'd been doomed to. in all aspects of his life , he   would   merely   be   a   shadow   in   the   heir's   glow ; he is nothing but a reminder of the girlhood his mother sacrificed , and a reminder of the wife and family viserys had lost.

he hadn't noticed that he'd been staring at her until her words cut through the deafening madness of his thoughts. eyelids narrow into slits as he straightens himself out , head tilting. words are slurred as they spill from his tongue , ❝ have you ever noticed the way people worship the ground you walk on , dear sister ? ❞

[wolfofswinter]

@roseguided asked: gives cregan a kiss / helaena

𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖌𝖆𝖓   𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖐   𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖔𝖉   𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖑,   𝖍𝖎𝖘   𝖇𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍   𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌   𝖎𝖓   𝖙𝖍𝖊   𝖈𝖔𝖑𝖉   𝖆𝖎𝖗,   𝖍𝖎𝖘   𝖊𝖞𝖊𝖘   𝖋𝖎𝖝𝖊𝖉   𝖔𝖓   𝕳𝖊𝖑𝖆𝖊𝖓𝖆   𝕿𝖆𝖗𝖌𝖆𝖗𝖞𝖊𝖓.   Pale   hair   like   silver   against   the   dark,   her   violet   eyes   distant,   as   if   she   saw   through   the   world   into   some   place   only   she   could   reach. Cregan’s   heart   beat   steadily,   each   thud   a   reminder   of   the   weight   he   carried—not   just   as   the   Lord   of   Winterfell,   but   as   a   man   drawn   inexplicably   to   the   quiet,   enigmatic   woman   before   him.

  Helaena   was   distant,   yet   something   in   her   presence   felt   close,   like   the   faint   warmth   of   a   fire   just   out   of   reach.   Cregan   found   himself   yearning   to   offer   her   something—anything—that   might   draw   her   back   from   whatever   depths   she   wandered.

The   tradition   was   simple,   yet   powerful:   on   this   day,   a   man   could   offer   a   kiss   to   a   woman,   a   gesture   meant   to   convey   respect,   affection,   and   the   hope   of   a   shared   future.   Cregan   had   never   been   one   for   grand   declarations,   but   this…   this   was   something   he   could   do.

“Your   Grace,”   he   began,   his   voice   low   and   steady,   “there   is   a   tradition   in   the   North.   I   hope   you   find   no   offense   of   it.   It   is   only   to   bring   you   comfort.”   Cregan   did   not   hesitate.   He   leaned   in,   his   hand   coming   to   rest   gently   on   her   arm,   and   pressed   a   firm,   simple   kiss   to   her   lips.   It   was   brief,   no   more   than   a   moment,   but   in   that   touch,   he   tried   to   convey   everything   he   felt:   his   respect,   his   admiration,   his   desire   to   be   the   one   who   could   keep   her   from   drifting   too   far   into   her   own   world.

[balisongz]

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

[sappfyre]

@roseguided asked: " was it worth the price? " / helaena

eye   reminds   upon   the   throne   for   a   moment   as   he   hears   the   silent   steps   of   his   sister.   he   had   gotten   used   to   her   being   so   sneak   on   things.   he   felt   her   presence   before   he   saw   her   and   looks   back   at   her,   the   throne   before   them   empty,   but   it   would   be   his   to   sit   on   as   regent.   she   always   speaks   in   riddles,   like   she   knows   much   and   yet,   he   cannot   be   sure   she   knows   all   the   details.

  "someone   must   rule   while   our   brother   lies   in   bed."   his   voice   is   as   stoic   as   his   appearance,   unbothered.   he   can't   show   remorse   for   a   battle   done   in   the   midst   of   war,   but   he   wonders   what   price   she   speaks   of.   regardless   of   it,   aemond   offers   the   tightest   of   smiles.   "he   has   no   other   heirs   who   are   able."

[sunsrot]

@roseguided said : ❛  you've been avoiding me.  ❜ › helaena.

her     footsteps     are     always     quiet. he would not hear them at all if he had not trained himself to do so. it's always been a process of elimination for him ; their mother's are always too swift when she's headed for aegon's chambers , to     scold     him     for     whatever     he's     done     wrong     that     morning. aemond's are too measured , and any kingsguard would be accompanied by the heavy shifting of metal armor. he busies himself with refilling his goblet of wine upon her approach , like it'll ease away the awkwardness of the rift between them , the rift that has only been split further apart. ❝       i have not been avoiding you , helaena.       ❞ but he has been , hasn't he ? he has no true excuse for it , other than the fact he has no idea how to connect with her when it feels as though they only continue to orbit around different     suns. ❝       i've been busy , is all ,       ❞ but his voice catches on the lie and lips flatten into a thin line. he turns his back to her , draining his cup in one go , before he is pivoting to face her once more.

[dragynfirearc]

@roseguided WROTE , " i will not cry in front of you. "

PAIN & SADNESS are all too familiar. that is the cost for being who she is, a gentle hand in the darkness. looking upon niece is akin to looking in a mirror. their hearts needed to be protected. it was too late for helaena's. she's felt horrid loss, guilt, and madness. only because of aemond was she able to pull through it. if she could be the guiding light for daena then she would try her hardest to be. " facing these feelings can be terrifying. daunting, even. you will have to face them eventually. whether you are ready or not, but it doesn't mean you are alone. " a hand is gently taken into her own. " i am here for you, even if you do not need me. i will always be here. " she owed it to aemond, who brought her out from the darkness. " you can trust me, daena. what bothers you? "

[emfyredarchived]

when eyes draw shut, she sees utter ruin. the ground covered in fire, and the sounds of babies wailing as if they have been forgotten in the flames. helaena wishes for her mother to know that she is frightened by these images and what it might mean for the future of their family. she tries to put it into words, but it seems that those words only confuse her mother more. frustration makes chest tighten and hands grip at the sides of her dress. it felt constricting as if they did not want her to be able to breathe. ❝ family is for destruction, as much as it is for creation. ❞ she tries again with wide pale eyes, attempting to will her mother into understanding. ❝ burn, burn, burn . . . this is all they know. we cannot teach an old dog new tricks. ❞ lips part and the sound of a lullaby comes out. it was a song about dragons, as much as it was about heroes. she lowers her voice into a hum while her mother speaks. she knows that the queen tries. motherhood was not easy, even helaena could attest to that. her own pregnancy had made her feel like a stranger in her own skin. sometimes she would wish to claw at it, tear it all away until nothing was left but the remnants of her soul. ❝ my meaning is in my words, mother. i cannot always explain, in depth, what i have seen. sometimes there are flashes of images, or sounds of voices, and sometimes just mere words scribed into my brain. i pray they won't come true . . . ❞ she looks towards her hands, which fidget with each other nervously. there's a rather loud crackle of knuckles as she does so. ❝ i pray until my knees are raw. the gods do not always listen . . . aemond lost his eye. ❞ a lump grows in her throat as mother's hand grows closer. the princess tries to keep space between them without falling off the bench they sit upon. ❝ death has an eye to the earth. he will be fed gloriously in the days to come, mother. ❞

@emfyred ASKED, "𝒏𝒐 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒚." 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒆𝒏𝒂 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕

𝐈𝐓 𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐔𝐓, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃 & varied relationships of her children. with herself, with their father, & even with each other. alicent did her best hadnt she ? raised them as well as she could with her disconnect to them as infants, with being a young woman herself. she remembers with discomfort the way helaena would wail the second she was placed in her mothers arms—did she know then ? the depths of her confliction toward motherhood. even her jealousy, which she attempts to hide, toward rhaenyra for how easily it came to her. ( everything came easy to rhaenyra. motherhood, love, child bearing, favor of the king. alicent could never fully hate her, the woman she loved so desperately once, but she can be envious. ) ; hands folded about her lap despite their want to reach out. helaena didn’t like to be touched & alicent never understood why. a sigh passing from her chest like she had been holding it captive inside, ❛ it was not my intent to make you upset, helaena. ❜ if her second oldest was eve referring to something alicent had done. knowingly or not ! ❛ i just- . . . i do not understand your dreams, the odd things you say sometimes. i desperately wish too. but, you do not seem comfortable at my asking when i do. ❜ could helaena ever open up to her ? alicent wondered. she would happily listen & try to understand. hand reaches forward again, but hovers in the space between. her heart aches again. ❛ dearest, please, help me understand. ❜

[vertbalise]

@roseguided asked: ❛ i didn't think you'd care so much. ❜ / helaena

"a   fair   assumption.   I   believe   we   had   hardly   spoke   since   you   were   born."   he   had   remained   in   oldtown   from   most   of   it   truly,   and   he   had   left   king's   landing   after   his   sister's   anniversary   with   viserys,   when   daeron   was   send   there   back   home,   his   focus   had   been   on   him   mainly   but   now   all   the   family   is   being   reunited,   for   better   or   worse.

  he   gives   jaehaera   her   dragon   toy   back,   so   meek   compared   to   the   real   creatures   and   looks   back   at   his   niece.   "I   do   care.   I   simply   been   away   with   your   brother."   who   was   not   made   to   be   in   king's   landing   as   of   yet.   as   far   as   he   is   aware,   his   father   was   sent   back   home   the   moment   he   stepped   foot   on   the   road   to   the   capital.   

[goblincaptain]

another child lost. young, practically a babe, slaughtered in his own crib. two men had gotten past the night guard, somehow, and taken the heir's head. knickolas blames himself immediately upon hearing the news, knowing that he should have stayed at his post, that he should never have passed it along to another knight, regardless of how exhausted he had been. the family erupts into sorrow, and ser knickolas abandons his fruitless attempts at scolding the knights that were supposed to be guarding the children and their mother in favor of finding the mother, herself. spotting the familiar cascade of white hair, the knight approached with no question from those around him, most likely barely noticed as he slowly stepped in front of helaena, hands lifting, then falling, once then twice. 'my queen...' concern paints across his features as he glances over her features. 'you need... may i touch you?' whether he was allowed to or not according to status was not his concern, this moment. he only needed her approval, and he would try to comfort her as best he could. @roseguided.

[halfyearsqueen]

♦ / daenerys, visenya, helaena

Send me a "♦" for the first word my muse thinks of when your muse is mentioned. | @roseguided

daenerys.

“ pride, “ hers. of their house—many over the years had tried to bring the dragons back, yet it had been she who had succeeded. it had been she who had brought fire and life from little more then three pretty stones. t’was she who had been welcome company over their years in exile, whose childlike curiosity and joy had eased much of her own increasingly despondent bitterness. she raised her in a manner she’d hoped their mother would have been proud of. and her sister had proven the best of them.

visenya.

“ blessing, “ she loved her sons more then life, but all she had wanted—all she had ever hoped to have one day had been a daughter. and though she had been born small, and oft sickly, and there had been nights where she had feared for her little girl’s survival, she had fought. and there had been no better, no other name for her in her eyes then that of the first warrior queen. and warrior, she had proven to be as she had grown. she had insisted to be trained alongside her brothers, and train she had. oft spending hours at it, even if she failed. visenya was a stubborn girl, growing into a proud woman, and though the idea of her being sent into battle frightened her, it was a blessing to see how far she had come, and how far ahead she hoped to go.

helaena.

“ curious, “ of all things, even the smallest, seemingly inconsequential creature—she had sat in fascination as it crawled across the width of her palm. cradling it with infinite care. she was a sweet girl, borne with a level of compassion that left her in awe of her strength. that her sister had claimed the eldest of the riderless dragons, that she had claimed the largest but for vhagar, with her love of small, fragile creatures- that she had opened her heart to any lonely thing with a heart beneath it’s ribs. she could not help but admire it.

[godeyed]

@roseguided body is curled in on itself , knees to her chest , as another wave of never ending tears erupts out of her chest. head leans against the wooden headboard of her bed , darkened gaze staring off into nothing in the direction of a tightly closed window. if you listen softly at the door , to which guards are posted , you will hear the grief stricken cries of a broken woman. one who feels equally enraged & depression , one who cries constantly , one who wishes she knew where to put her hurt to make it drift into oblivion. the door opens & helaena doesn’t look until she hears his voice. eyes cut over like daggers , “ what do you want ? “ voice equally as cold. not the way he is usually regarded prior to storms end & the end result. “ come to shove in my face how none remorseful you are , brother ? come to remind me that my son is dead because of you ? “ it’s sneered like snake venom!

accursed  they  say  ,  mutter  kinslayer  when  they  believe  he  is not  listening.  still  ,  he  hears  everything  and  nothing.  words  do not  cut  as  they  once  did  ,  when  father  mocked  and  brother teased.  yet  ,  there  she  was    ...    spitting  venom  in  her  grief  - ridden  state.    oh  how  he  did  not  blame  her  for  it.  a  son  for  a son  ,  lucerys  will  be  avenged.  it  had  been  his  own  hand  ,  his. bloodlust  and  anger.  the  need  to  triumph  ,  to  return  to  his mother  with  the  trophy  she  had  once  demanded  and  had  not received.  he  had  made  it  right  ,  for  her.  for  them.  no  matter the  consequences.

no  one  had  told  him  how  dire  they  would  be.

"  a  brother  simply  wants  to  check  on  his  sister  ,  that  is  all.  " the  distance  he  keeps  between  them  is  evident.  if  this  had been  before  ,  he  would  have  gone  to  her  ...  but  he  knows  hate when  he  sees  it  ,  reflected  in  so  many  eyes.  "  they will pay for what they have done to jaehaerys , do you not trust that i will see to that ?  "  there  was  little  remorse  in  him  ,  for  what  he had  done to  the boy.  lucerys'  life  was  put  on  a  clock  the moment  his mother had  declared  a  debt  was  owed.   but jaehaerys had been innocent , the cruelest punishment imaginable.

"  if  you  do  not  wish  to  speak  to  me  ,  then  i  will  leave.  but  it is  duty  that  keeps  me  here  ,  helaena.  you  are  my  sister.  "  but what  good  was  it  to  remind  her  now  ,  when  all  she  could  see was  the  monster  he  had  become.  "  at  least  eat  ,  if  you  eat  ... then  i  will  leave.  "

[scndbrn]

@roseguided​ 𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒅 : 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒔 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅, 𝒊 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒂𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒅'𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒍'𝒔 '𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔' 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒆𝒈𝒐𝒏'𝒔 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕 :))

     𝑆𝑊𝐸𝐸𝑇 𝐻𝐸𝐿𝐴𝐸𝑁𝐴  . 

     the whisperings about the hall regarding the new queen’s notable absence at the aegon’s head table did not go unnoticed by prince aemond.  EVER—OBSERVANT  , he noted which lords and ladies made their  entirely  unnecessary  thoughts and opinions known.  it  was  true  ; helaena was  DIFFERENT . always muttering seemingly meaningless phrases , her special interests dominating her interactions with others , her sensitive and cautious nature off-putting to most ... but her oddness was what made her who she was , and was hardly deserving of the teasing she was oft subjected to.

     such were things which endeared the one-eyed boy to his elder sister. they were both  FREAKS  in their own right, helaena with her strange ways and aemond with his missing eye. who did these lords and ladies think they were , with her name in their sinful mouths ? they were  no  better  —in fact , worse — than  𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚  .

     gods.  𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 . were he a man of fewer morals , he might have their tongues for their words. as it was , his dear sister would not be pleased by such an act committed in her honor , so instead , he took the slightest sip of wine from his goblet and wallowed in his distaste for those around him.

     then began aegon’s speech. such a dull affair, hearing him drone on about this and that with a pride aemond couldn’t help but feel was  UNDESERVED  . and , of course , his brother would be remiss not to make disparaging comments about  the  other  half  of the family. that was the only part which earned a grin — but the expression soon faded as talk turned towards their late father. he lowered his gaze and attempted to turn his focus elsewhere.

     however , it wasn't long before , suddenly and without warning , the king stopped dead in his tracks. excitable voices echoed , bouncing against the walls of the great hall. the prince’s head immediately turned to face the entrance , where a single figure stood ,  ELEGANT  and  FEARLESS  . only a millisecond passed before recognition spread across his face ... and with it , a broad smile.

     𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒  , aegon’s first speech as king relegated to a footnote in the history books. queen helaena was stunning draped in the colors of house targaryen. she held herself with a dignity and an assurance that none had ever witnessed from her before.  IT WAS HER MOMENT  — and none could take it from her. all who were in attendance noticed how angered her brother-husband had become , how contempt had filled his eyes as she made her way to the head table.

     they had not , however , noticed the look of overwhelming  pride  and  joy  in prince aemond’s sole lilac eye. that was kept between the pair of siblings , their gazes meeting as finally she approached the table. standing , he bowed his heard towards his queen , then offered his hand so that he might help her up to join them. 

     ❛  𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓  , ❜ he whispered , his voice only loud enough to be heard by helaena , ❛  i am glad you have joined us.  you  are  beautiful  .  ❜