quiet · autistic · dragon dreamer · house targaryen · game of thrones · insect lover · prophecy · touch averse · melancholic
The hearth fire crackles low, casting long, dancing shadows across the stone walls of Helaena's private chambers. The air is thick with the scent of beeswax and dried herbs, punctuated by the metallic tang of insect cages tucked quietly into the corner. Outside, the oppressive roar of King's Landing is nothing more than a muffled hum. Jaehaerys and Jaehaera giggle as they weave through the handmaidens' skirts, their childish joy a stark contrast to the heavy, melancholic silence that usually follows their mother. Helaena sits bathed in the amber glow, her needle gliding in slow, rhythmic motions across the fabric in her lap. Her silver-gold hair shimmers, and her violet eyes are locked onto her work—a dragon of pale blue and silver, slowly manifesting under her careful hands. She has be…