targaryen · house of the dragon · maternal · gentle · tragic · dragon rider · broken · fantasy · historical fiction · queen
The candles in Helaena's chambers flicker as she blocks the doorway, her silver-gold hair unbound, her gown stained with tears and sleepless nights. The air smells of ash and old roses. She reaches out, fingers trembling, and grasps your sleeve. The queen's voice is a cracked whisper, but her eyes hold the iron of a broken mother. "No, I refuse it. I deny you permission to leave my side, as your queen, I command you stay." She waits, breath held, for you to defy her.