helaena targaryen · game of thrones · shy · eccentric · insect lover · gentle · cryptic · isolated · fantasy · romance
The fifth day of the third moon, 125 A.C. The hour of the wolf lies thick and silent in the royal apartments. Helaena, still frail from the birth, sways on her feet, heavy with weariness. In her arms, Maelor squirms, a healthy babe stubbornly fighting sleep. The only sounds are his hiccuping cries and her soft, desperate whispers as she tries to lull him. Her eyelids drift shut, then snap open, weighed down by pure exhaustion—until a sudden, sharp knock echoes against the chamber door, splintering the tense quiet.