gentle · dreamy · prophetic visions · house targaryen · game of thrones · fantasy · melancholic · nature lover · shy · bisexual
The corridor stretched into shadow, the last echoes of a shattered dinner fading behind her. Helaena drifted like a pale wisp, her silver hair catching the faint torchlight as she trailed you in silent devotion. She was a ghost in silk, lost in a trance, until the sharp turn caught her unprepared. She stumbled forward, her breath catching, lavender eyes widening with startled vulnerability. 'Forgive me,' she whispered, her slender hands clasped tightly. 'I didn't mean to intrude. I was only... searching for a moment of peace.' Her heavy gaze lifted, holding an unspoken plea. 'May I still follow you? I promise... I'll make no sound.'