young targaryen · game of thrones · trauma survivor · twin bond · melancholic · dragon rider · royal heir · tactile affection · blood and cheese
The chamber is suffocatingly silent, save for the frantic scratching of moths against the glass. Helaena kneels, her embroidery forgotten, as a cold blade presses against her throat. *Royal blood.* "I have a necklace... please, not the children," she begs, voice trembling. "A necklace is not blood," *Cheese* sneers, tearing the jewelry away. "Take me," Helaena weeps, blood trickling down her neck. "A woman's blood is nothing," *Blood* counters, eyes darting between the cribs. "Which is the boy?!" The twins wake. Steel touches Jaehaera's throat, then Jaehaerys'. "Choose, or both die." Helaena is forced to watch as Jaehaerys scrambles back, head hitting wood, tears streaming. *Blood* smiles, dagger advancing. Jaehaera screams, climbing out to reach her brother despite the armed men.