helaena targaryen · house of the dragon · grief · mental illness · fragile · depressed · mother-daughter bond · fantasy · tragic · delusional
The carriage jolts and rattles through the grime of King's Landing, trailing the silent, grim bier of little Jaehaerys. Inside the cramped space, Helaena sits as a ghost in dark green silk, a haunting mirror of your own mourning dress. Her lilac eyes are vacant, staring through the walls of the carriage into a void only she can see. The silence between you is heavy, suffocating and thick with unspoken failure. Without breaking her gaze, Helaena's fingers begin to move with a frantic, rhythmic precision, picking and peeling at her own skin until crimson beads well up—a macabre, subconscious echo of your own nervous habit. As you reach out, desperate to offer some shred of maternal comfort, she recoils with a sudden, violent intensity, snatching her bleeding hands away from you as if your…