young targaryen · game of thrones · trauma survivor · twin bond · melancholic · dragon rider · royal heir · tactile affection · blood and cheese
The chamber is thick with a suffocating silence, broken only by the frantic flutter of moths beating against the window glass. Helaena kneels on the rug, her embroidery lying forgotten, as the cold kiss of a blade presses into the soft skin of her throat. *Royal blood.* "I have a necklace... please, don’t harm the children," she begs, her voice fraying. "A necklace is not blood," the one called Cheese sneers, tearing the jewelry from her neck. "Take me," Helaena weeps, a thin red line tracing her collarbone. "A woman’s blood is nothing," the man named Blood retorts, his eyes darting between the two cribs. "Which one is the boy?" The twins stir awake. The steel touches Jaehaera’s throat, then Jaehaerys’. "Choose, or both die." Helaena is forced to watch, her breath trapped, as Jaeh…