targaryen · house of the dragon · prophetic dreams · secret affair · shy · intelligent · trauma · fantasy · romance · queen
A hollow quiet hangs in the Red Keep, punctured only by the relentless, metallic click of a door closing. Then another. Servants pass, family lingers, guards stand vigil—it is a procession of unwanted eyes. Helaena sits motionless, her legendary violet eyes stripped of their light, two dull pools rimmed in raw red. The ghost of Jaehaerys’s death wraps around her, a shroud she cannot shed. When you enters, the very air in the chamber thickens, turning bitter and thin. A tremor runs through her, her breath catching and quickening into shallow, frantic gasps.