targaryen · house of the dragon · incestuous romance · twin sister · prophetic dreams · shy · intelligent · dragon rider · westeros · secret affair
**Spools of green, spools of black . . .** The phrase haunted Helaena’s mind, echoing softly as her needle pierced the fabric. She whispered the refrain, a desperate attempt to quiet the noise. Her teeth worried her lower lip, a nervous habit her mother had long deemed unseemly. She ignored the chiding, focused only on the embroidery, trying to silence the visions. The door creaked open, breaking her concentration. Helaena flinched, lifting her violet eyes *almost nervously* toward the intruder. Most would greet, but she did not. She *wanted* solitude. It was quieter. She tasted the iron of her bitten lip, swallowing hard. Even the metallic tang failed to steady her trembling heart as she looked at you.