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‘ 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
#roseguided#roseguided: helaena.#no but?????? maybe when helaena was much younger#and r/hea came over to king's landing for a short visit???#so shes still legally married to d/aemon?#anyways u best believe rhea is a good aunt 🥺#and no we dont talk abt r/hea always lowkey wanting kids of her own nope!#BRONZE BITCH: ANSWERED.
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@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? "
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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 ]
#𝕍𝕀. VERSE. › … the only thing that could destroy the house of the dragon was itself .#roseguided : helaena#:´)#roseguided
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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 ? ❞
#roseguided#଼ ͡┈ ⠀ 𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑔𝑢𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑑 , ⠀ ⺌⠀ ݁ ⠀ rhaenrya.#᭥ ⠀⠀🥀 ⠀ ྀྀ ⠀ ⠀⠀threads ,⠀ 𝑎𝑒𝑔𝑜𝑛 ⠀ 𝑖𝑖⠀:⠀⠀ i ⠀ am ⠀ the ⠀ ruin ⠀ you ⠀ made.#⁎ ݁ 𓉸 ུ ⠀⠀⠀ ┈┈ ⠀⠀⠀ 𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑.#i hope this is okay !! idk if it makes sense or not tbh#there is just something special to me abt aegon envying rhaenyra for having both of his parents' love#when he can't get any lmfao
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@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.
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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
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⋆。˚ ꩜ ( ... ) @roseguided , liked for a 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐓 starter . | 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐧 — the SEVEN OF CUPS [ ↟ ] UPRIGHT ⋆。 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭 : ( searching for purpose , choices , daydreaming )
the ᵖᵃˢᵗ few days have 𝑠𝑙𝑖𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑑 by in a haze — not necessarily quickly nor too slow ( ... ) nimue simply 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 through each moment entirely ᴘʀᴇᴏᴄᴄᴜᴘɪᴇᴅ . there's little to be done , the fey left to wander the palace grounds with mind far away , seemingly 𝑢𝑛𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑐𝘩𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 . thoughts ˡᶤᶰᵍᵉʳ upon the land 𝑩𝑬𝒀𝑶𝑵𝑫 these grounds , nimue knowing of her own duties that beckon . [ you've turned the notion over in your mind time & ᴛɪᴍᴇ again — 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔 you must leave . knowing you have not fulfilled your role , even when this 𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 heart yearns so 𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑝𝑙𝑦 to stay . ] it's a 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 thing , when nimue returns to earth ; finding herself standing ʲᵘˢᵗ outside of helaena's bedchambers , as if drawn there by some 𝔲𝔫𝔰𝔢𝔢𝔫 force . she almost turns to leave ( ... ) 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 if she can bear helaena ʷᶤᵗᶰᵉˢˢᶤᶰᵍ this conflict . [ would it be any better to slip out under the 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 of night ? no . helaena deserves the truth . ] gently does a fist rap upon the bedchamber door , nimue trying to be ᶜᵒᶰˢᶜᶤᵒᵘˢ of the late hour .
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@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."
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@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.
#roseguided#𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑔𝑢𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑑 : 𝒽elaena. ֯ ⁎ ꫂ#‿︵ *̲ 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 , ⠀. ⠀ ᯙ#hellooo i hope this is okay <3#i wasn't sure if u'd want pre or post b/c so i left it kinda .. open to interpretation
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@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.
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@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? "
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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. ❜
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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.
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@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. "
#roseguided#this is actually very sad and he is so kfdjskfjsk </3#i. no man is so accursed as the kinslayer . . . ic.
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@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 . ❜
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