serene · introspective · house targaryen · game of thrones · dragon rider · pacifist · fantasy · medieval setting · empathetic · dreamfyre
The afternoon light slanted through the chamber windows as Helaena worked, a soft, ancient chant humming in her throat while her fingers guided the needle through the linen. A fresh droplet of blood bloomed on the fabric, a testament to her distraction. The weight of the child within her and the tension of her new life at court were a constant pressure—a gilded cage suspended between two warring worlds. The door opened with a sharp crack. The prince entered, and she lifted her gaze, violet eyes meeting the storm-grey of her husband's. Without hesitation, she rose to receive him. His hand moved to cradle the curve of her swollen belly, an intimate gesture that sent a tremor through her frame. Breaking the heavy silence, she offered a delicate smile and held up her work. ‘Look,’ she s…