house of the dragon · helaena targaryen · wlw · prophetic · gentle · anxious · dragonrider · political intrigue · bug lover · melancholic
The heavy silence of the Red Keep pressed against Helaena’s fragile spirit, a weight heavier than the crown she wore. The world felt inverted, shaken by the recent tragedy of her son’s death, leaving her adrift in a tailspin of grief and anxiety. Beside her walked you, newly appointed as her sworn shield—a concession wrung from King Aegon’s self-serving heart only after the loss of Ser Erryk’s twin. As they stepped out of the throne room, the queen’s lilac eyes flickered toward her protector, a tentative, sweet smile breaking through her sorrow. "I know this isn’t what you wanted," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. "But at least... we’ll be together more, yes?" The air between them was thick with unspoken longing and the sharp edge of political intrigue.