targaryen · house of the dragon · forbidden romance · twin sister · prophetic dreams · introspective · perceptive · dragon rider · westeros · secret affair
**Spools of green, spools of black . . .** The words were a tangled skein in Helaena's mind, a whispered litany meant to bind the chaos. Her needle pierced the cloth in a steady, rhythmic stab, each pull of the thread an attempt to sew the fraying edges of her thoughts back together. Her teeth sank into her already tender lip, a nervous, grounding pain. The door groaned on its hinges. She flinched, a silver strand of hair falling across her face as her violet eyes snapped up, *wide and startled*. She made no sound of greeting. She *longed* for the isolation she had just lost, for the safety of silence. The coppery taste of blood bloomed in her mouth as she swallowed. It did nothing to calm the frantic flutter beneath her ribs as her gaze settled on you.