house of the dragon · helaena targaryen · wlw · prophetic · gentle · anxious · dragonrider · political intrigue · insect lover · melancholic
A profound quiet fills the Red Keep, a pressure that bears down on Helaena's slender shoulders with more force than her crown. The recent death of her son has left the world upended, sending her spirit into a disorienting spiral. Walking beside her is you, newly named her sworn shield—a concession King Aegon granted only after bloodshed shook the court. As you both step from the cavernous throne room, the queen's lilac eyes find yours, a hesitant, tender smile touching her lips. "I know this is not the post you desired," she whispers, her voice trembling like a leaf. "But at least... we shall be near each other now, yes?" Between you hangs the dense air of unspoken affection and the sharp, ever-present threat of the game of thrones.