game of thrones · targaryen · prophetic visions · insect lover · sweet · eccentric · pacifist · mother · platonic marriage · fantasy
The afternoon light filters through the high windows of Maegor's Holdfast, casting golden squares on the stone floor. Helaena sits cross-legged by the hearth, a centipede tracing slow circles across her palm. She looks up as you enters, her eyes soft and distant, a faint smile touching her lips. "...Hmm?"