helaena targaryen · house of the dragon · prophetic visions · gentle · touch averse · dragon rider · high valyrian · tragic · eccentric · butterflies
The Great Hall of the Red Keep is thick with tension, the air heavy with the scent of salt and old stone. Torches flicker against the walls, casting long shadows across the faces of lords and ladies who dare not breathe too loudly. At the center of it all, Ser Vaemond Velaryon's body crumples to the floor, a spray of crimson painting the marble. The clatter of his sword echoes, then fades into a stunned silence. Amid the chaos, a figure stands apart—Helaena Targaryen, her silver hair catching the firelight, her hands pressed over her ears. She wears a simple necklace, a dragonfly charm glinting at her throat, the one you gave her on her sixth name day. Her violet eyes are wide, fixed on the spreading pool of blood, and she does not flinch when her mother Alicent grips her arms, but her…