DRAGON. / DREAMER.

[dreamaryen]

                ❛      very   few   AMONG   US   have   been   DREAMERS  .      ❜

        #DREAMARYEN  .          this   is   an   independent  &  selective  &  private  &  extremely   low   active   &&   mutually   exclusive   HELAENA   TARGARYEN   of   the   fire   and   blood  /  house   of   the   dragon   series  .      this   is   written   with   tv   series   and   personal   headcanons   in   mind  .       est.   autumn   2022  .       re   awakened   may   2024  .    this   blog   uses   beta  .                            i’m   mariah   the   dreamer  (  she/her ,  28+  mst   )                                                     CARRD .

[dreamaryen]

hotd spoilers….and i have many thoughts

sunfyre being confirmed dead is just?? that changes a specific plot point later on but okay lmao i kinda figured they would’ve done it

ulf is such an annoying character but i feel like coming down to it he won’t be the one to betray her tbh

alicent protecting helaena and coming to her defense when aemond was getting forceful was just so everything and i love seeing alicent protecting her daughter in the way no one did with her

ugh helaena finally being put to use and talking about her prophecies, as well as her being apart of daemon’s vision, having some more screen time and talking about how she liked it better when she wasn’t queen is exactly what i wanted for her and I genuinely need her to survive this entire show

i loved criston sm this episode despite it being such a small scene and him talking about alicent being his beacon ):

aemond and hel’s second interaction was so beautiful and well done, and watching the behind the scenes for the episodes and them talking about how hel is in even more danger with aemond now and like…hm i honestly don’t think he’d actually like hurt her, even if aemond is seen as more unhinged now. because it’s exactly like alicent explained with helaena being the one person he should protect

our first glimpse at sheepstealer and I love him and i want more of him immediately

overall the finale was sorta lackluster for me, i didn’t hate it ( as a helaena stan ) but it just feels like there should’ve been another episode or something. the season in general was very up and down for me, they made unnecessary changes ( like saying helaena doesn’t care for dragon riding,..like wtf do you mean she and dreamfyre are besties ) and some scenes dragged on where as some scenes there just wasn’t enough of

[harwin-strong]

HELAENA TARGARYEN in season 2 finale preview

[adreamerscrown]

Queen Helaena Targaryen in the season finale of House of the Dragon season 2

[dreamaryen]

hotd spoilers

the ep being dragon centric was everything i wanted, and i finally got to see more of vermithor and i love him sm. but dang that preview for the final ep…hel finally having interactions with aemond annnd we might see her fly dreamfyre but at what cost

[dreamaryen]

hotd spoilers

helaena calling out almond so subtly was short but beautiful, aegon calling out for alicent was unnecessary cause that hurt way too much, and genuinely i love rhaenyra so much

also finally getting vermithor next week ( hopefully not in poor lighting ) and i’m beyond excited, his design is by far one of my favorites

[dreamaryen]

hotd spoilers

the look meleys gave rhaenys in their last moments…. i cried so hard, that was too much lmao i’m so sad. and sunfrye…so beautiful and just oh man i’m not okay

[hardestysallyy-deactivated20240]

HELAENA TARGARYEN HOUSE OF THE DRAGON I 2.03

[gameofthronesdaily]

HELAENA TARGARYEN and her daughter, JAEHAERA 2x03: The Burning Mill (2024)

[northsborn]

"Your   hair   is   so   long,   Your   Grace."   Sara   smiles   into   it   but   she   knows   the   woman   might   be   quiet,   it   is   a   blessing   she   is   allowed   to   touch   the   former   queen,   if   anything.   She   had   become   aware   that   the   woman   was   not   one   keen   on   touch,   less   so   a   strangers'   hand.   Perhaps   bastard   hands   too,   but   she   is   allowing   her   to   braid   her   hair   in   the   northern   style,   adorned   with   their   headpieces   instead   of   the   southern   style.   "We   shall   do   your   daughters   next,   but   she   seems   to   find   Sandborn   a   comfortable   pillow." @dreamaryen

  What   a   gentle   sight,   she   thinks,   the   little   girl   had   suffered   a   loss   just   like   the   mother   and   she   was   sleeping   on   her   direwolf   fur,   Sandborn   was   ever   careful   not   to   move   too   much,   letting   the   girl   simply   sleep,   her   head   looking   back   at   Sara   at   the   sound   of   her   name.   "Is   there   anything   you   wish   to   see?   You   came   on   dragonback   so   you   missed   White   Harbor,   the   Manderly's   are   hosting   their   celebration   to   the   merling   queen."

  Former   ironborn   who   were   moved   to   the   Reach   and   finally,   to   the   North,   the   Manderly's   had   their   traditional   festival   for   the   Merling   Queen.   "They   dress   in   masks   and   dance   on   water   fountains   on   White   Harbor.   It   is   quite   nice   but   if   you   prefer   some   oddities,   we   could   go   to   the   mountain   clans   or   perhaps   visit   Skagos.   Some   say   the   bugs   there   are   the   sizes   of   young   pups."   And   many   more   things,   but   best   not   to   frighten   the   queen.

[dreamaryen]

                                       change was inevitable .      perched upon the chair , allowing another to touch her was supposedly a part of that change . perhaps helaena couldn't bring herself to flinch away from such touch when that was quite possibly all that she needed to begin with . the loss would never mend and there would never be a day that she'd go without it in her thoughts ──── but this was nice .        ❝         she quite likes the loose hair appearance , perhaps we can allow her the time to wear it as such .         ❞ a tilt of her head just to catch the rather softened sight of her child among the dire wolf . her mother wasn't fond of unkempt appearances , it didn't matter to helaena though . if it made her child happy then she did not care .

                   ❝ is it always like this ? ❞       the festivities of a far off land would have sounded even more wondrous ( the mention of animal sized bugs included ) if it wasn't for the current circumstances . ──── jaehaera was young though and maybe didn't fully understand what has happened and in turn helaena hope that the child would be enamored by the dancing in celebration to a merling queen .        ❝         holding a celebration for an old festivity , i mean ? and do you usually attend ?         ❞ being a burden or a nuisance to these kind people wasn't ever what helaena wanted , and she had hopes that their stay wasn't prohibiting the other from taking part . she just needed to be far away from all those horrendous memories , and it so happened that this was the only place that she or her daughter would feel welcomed in .        

[adreamerscrown]

Helaena Targaryen in episode 2.03 of House of the Dragon

[psychecreations]

House of the Dragon 2.01 | 2.02

[halfyearsqueen-deactivated20241]

@dreamaryen — liked.

" perhaps you might accompany me, sister ? " her offer is open ended, voice light, near tentative as the princess lingers. thumb and forefinger of her left hand worrying at a silver set amethyst on her right, the smile she offers her younger sister is bright, and utterly genuine. around them, courtiers mill. making their way to carriages to carry them off officially for a hunt—their presence was expected, and though she often did not join them, it presented an opportunity to speak to the ladies of the realm, and their lords. “ it shall take us a short while to reach the kingswood. but, i have heard that you too have claimed a mount of your own, as of late. dreamfyre, at that, " awe colors the woman’s tone as she speaks the name of the dragon ( the second largest in their yoke, save for the mount of the conqueror queen visenya, whom her cousin her cousin had claimed at the same age as her sister ) her sister’s, dragon, now. she remembers how excited she had been when she had flown for the first time as a girl. the feeling of the entirety of the realm open before her, the utterly new feeling of the bond between herself, and her syrax. strengthened and different now that she herself had taken wing, " i would hear the story of it, if you would not mind speaking of it, of course, " she'll allow. perhaps this would be the easiest way to bond with her younger sister. to speak of their dragons, to then speak of the joy that flying brought the both of them. to speak of anything but the slow widening crevice, the ever growing divide at the very bedrock of their house.

a thing she did not include her half siblings in, in truth. they had no choice, in the rivalry that existed between she and their mother. but as it consumed more, and more—she had found it more difficult to find common ground with them apart from it. " yet at the least, it seems there is a celebration is in order. it is not an inconsequential feat, you have accomplished. and she has been alone for a very long while, “ she had wondered, herself, at the loneliness of the dragons. at creatures who had commanded such power, who knew, in turn - such loss with lives that stretched centuries. there was hope, she liked to think, too. that it was not all misery. that therein lied the hope that perhaps they might have a new companion. ( who could known the heart of a dragon ? ) she takes a step closer to her, hand curling around her other, an attempt to still the still restless flow of energy, the ice like point that made her stomach feel tight. “ it is good, that the two of you have found each other. “

[dreamaryen]

        smaller legs fought to stay in stride with her sister .      fingers fidgeting with each other , hanging on every word the elder said . this was new . growing up the rift between half siblings had already been made , by who ? she hadn't entirely known who was fault , but it was that there had been a pre drawn line in the sand ──── regardless the young targaryen girl had wished for that to be different . for them to be different . so yes , when the elder sister asked for her company , helaena quietly excitedly accepted .        ❝         impressive .. i would say ──── yes .         ❞ claiming dreamfyre was meant to be . the dragon almost seemingly mirrored the young girl . dreamfyre was beautiful , large and intimidating in the most respecting of ways . she didn't quite understand the semantics of it all , but she felt the feelings that the dragon now felt .

                                       yet she was ashamed .      ashamed to admit that she had only flown once , and since then her mother has been weary of allowing her ride dragon back ──── even with a saddle .        ❝         but i do not think it's as much as a celebration as you'd think .         ❞ her features scrunched , nose wrinkling . if there was anyone she looked up to , it was indeed rhaenyra . how was one person capable of being so brave , strong and independent against a realm geared to the opposite sex ? helaena wasn't that ──── wasn't allowed to be that . it made people happier when she fell in line . ❝ i have not ridden dreamfyre as much as any other , and thus i don't think i deserve to be her rider . ❞

[wolfofswinter-deactivated202506]

"Winter   is   harsh,   aye,   but   we   can   handle   it.   I   believe   you   might   need   tougher   clothes,   Your   Grace."   He   offers   her   cloaks   and   pelts,   he   is   aware   that   what   the   North   wears   is   often   seen   as   barbaric   by   others,   while   others   make   the   fur   smooth,   they   keep   it   firm   and   tight   and   warm,   to   keep   the   cold   away.   "I   was   told   that   you   would   find   the   she   bears   of   House   Mormont   amusing   and   the   bears   themselves   so   if   you   wish,   we   can   travel   to   Bear   Island   before   the   true   cold   hits."   And   he   believes   her   daughter   might   enjoy   it   too.   This   is   an   all   new   lanscape   for   any   of   the   dragons   is   it   not?   @dreamaryen

"Please,   tell   your   daughter   to   not   be   frightened   by   the   faces   on   the   trees.   If   so,   I   brought   you   this."   And   he   offers   a   token,   a   book,   that   explains   the   Old   Gods   and   the   traditions   of   the   North   and   to   not   be   afraid   of   the   faces   on   the   trees,   for   those   are   their   Gods,   long   before   dragons   roamed   their   world.   "They   are   simply   the   Old   Gods,   watching   over   us.   And   you   are   welcome   to   join   our   festivities   too,   if   your   heart   desires   some   comfort   away   from   grief.   Winter   is   to   start   and   we   celebrate   it's   arrival."   As   much   as   they   despite   it   so,   they   celebrate   winter   like   one   does   the   summer   harvest.

[dreamaryen]

                  everything was at a stand still for her .      yet she found the frigid plains blanketed in frosty white to be a nice welcome from all that she knew . the chill crawled up her spine , over shoulders and towards rosy cheeks ;; regardless of how nice the temperature felt pressed against her cheeks and nose , she still gently took the the warm items he offered . the first smaller cloak is placed over her daughter's shoulders , securing it snuggly , followed by a pelt on her lap and then when everything was in place , she did it for herself . wrapping in warmth of foreign fabric and lands wouldn't solve the ache deep within the confines of her chest , but it soothed the first layer of guilt .        ❝         yes ──── we've never seen such things and truly i think jaehaera would quite adore a bear . is it far ?         ❞

                           a softened glance to her child .      she appeared to be uncomfortable of sorts , though it was to be said that perhaps it had to do with the new surroundings rather ──── something so unfamiliar to all that she's known . to anything that helaena knew either .        ❝         you are far too kind .         ❞ another gift handed to them ( one correlating to ancient origins ) , if he wasn't careful helaena would eventually become accustomed to such kindness and generosity .        ❝         i wouldn't wish to further impose on you and your people . you're already doing so much for us that i fear joining in would only impede on what sounds like a joyous occasion .         ❞ truthfully she couldn't be sure if there was a part of her that could be up for activities doused in wonder and celebration anymore .

[wcrriorhearts]

The girl sat on the floor of the sitting room by herself, quietly humming while her fingers grazed over the velvet fur of a mouse that she held in one hand. She had been sitting here for a while, but Jaehaera was in her own world and barely noticed. Even though she didn't share her mother's fascination for insects, she liked animals herself which most people considered pests. The little mouse was one of them, even though she would not be cruel enough to keep it. Once she had played with it enough, she would take it out to the gardens where it belonged.

The door opened and Hera's head whipped towards it, the immediate tension easing when she saw it was only her mother and not her Septa, or someone equally undesired, liked her father. "Hello, mother", the girl greeted, returning her attention back to the critter in her hand. She let it walk up her arm and crawl into her collar , chuckling softly. It was only in the presence of her mother that she noticed the absence of everyone else. Where was her brother? She couldn't remember, but also didn't care too much, knowing he'd resurface at some point. "I tamed a mouse", she mentioned, even though it was perhaps obvious, fishing the small creature out of her sleeve.

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[dreamaryen]

      the ache tore through her .      the loss of jaehaerys was felt throughout ever corner , empty bed and hall in their home . most importantly it was felt by helaena whom just couldn't let go of the pain and the guilt . it was felt so profoundly within her that she feared she couldn't be as attentive as she once was . yet with this loss she found herself sticking closer , specifically to her daughter , wanting nothing more to spend even more time with her and allow herself the reprieve of knowing that the child was still alive .        ❝         hello my darling .         ❞ her voice is as soft as it has always been , but laced with a deep sorrow . across the floorboards she moved , sitting down next to the child that mirrored her at that age ──── appearance and odd fascinations and all .

                 lilac gaze flickered from child to mouse .      unlike the rest of the inhabitants in their home , helaena wasn't opposed to pets of the unexpected kind .        ❝         what a lovely little mouse it is .         ❞ hands folded in her own lap , the fear of touching anything beautiful and small to be tainted by her fingers . it was difficult to initiate physical affection to begin with , yet now it became something far worse ──── she caused her son's death and feared that she would jaehaera's as well . ❝ what is it's name ? you'll need a good one if we are to keep it . ❞

[grantaere]

PHIA SABAN as HELAENA TARGARYEN

House of the Dragon 2.02 "I Love You, Brother"

[dreamaryen]

@onecyed  :         ❝       it doesn’t matter! you have to trust me!      ❞      ✧ 

             the ringing of death echoed in her ears .      jaehaera was clutched tight in her grasp , almost too tight where she felt as if she let go then so too would her daughter's beating heart . feet moved nimbly through the all too quiet stone walls ──── no guards laid in sight , no help to save her now deceased son . no one had come or was coming for them , the safety of her daughter remained in her hands . and she didn't know if she was quite capable of fulfilling such a demand when she couldn't even keep her son alive . hues flickered between dimly lit hallways , deciding where to go , attempting to stay in control of her thoughts enough to get her child to safety . who was the greatest protection ? could guarantee their welfare ? aegon wasn't well in her reach and her mother would surely be otherwise preoccupied .      

             aemond was a warrior .      he lifted his sword far more than others had lifted a pen , as well as he sat on the largest dragon alive . she knew of no one greater to run to , so she did . just hoping that he'd be there . the door to his bedchambers burst open and she stood there , short puffs of air barely escaping lungs allowing her to breathe . wide hues alight with the slowly emerging detachment as scanned the room only thus to pick up a familiar figure sitting before the fireplace . ❝ aemond .. ❞ she didn't recognize her own voice . a step forward , feet unsteady , legs shaky . his voice is cloudy when he speaks , and she doesn't seem to register entirely much of anything anymore . ❝ he's dead , i can't leave . ❞

                                       he wanted her to follow him somewhere further safe ,      to secure them until the night was over . how could she ? how could she even attempt to make it further without her boy ? ❝ it doesn’t matter ! you have to trust me ! ❞ she had left him already ;; the sounds of gurgling now scratching its way through her brain . she had left him .        ❝         i can't ──── i can't leave ──── no .. jaehaerys , he's still there ──── still in bed .         ❞ the guilt stained her being , her chest , her lungs ──── the dreaded feeling of it all collapsed her legs onto the harsh floor .