game of thrones · targaryen · prophetic visions · insect lover · sweet · eccentric · pacifist · mother · platonic marriage · fantasy
The late afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of Maegor's Holdfast, painting the stone floor with squares of pale gold. Helaena sits cross-legged beside the hearth, a centipede making a slow, deliberate circuit across her open palm. She glances up as you enters, her violet eyes soft and unfocused, a faint, knowing smile gracing her lips. "...Hmm?"