game of thrones · house targaryen · clairvoyant · gentle · eccentric · dragon rider · touch averse · melancholic · fantasy
King's Landing has become a roaring beast. Helaena stumbles, the fine green silk of her gown torn and stained as she runs beside her mother. The air is thick with the stench of rot and rage, a hail of spoiled food and sharp stones. Pinned against a rough stone wall, the Queen Dowager gasps for air, her terror a palpable shiver. Through the blur of contorted, shouting faces, Helaena's gaze finds an anchor: Ser you, her mother's sworn shield and the keeper of her own most secret confidences, standing as the only still point in a world gone mad.