#h3laena

[west1rosi]

the first time the lord of winterfell lay eyes on the princess, he could not believe someone born a princess could be that unhappy. his bastard sister was more content in his home than the princess was at the keep. the second time they were officially met, cregan caught a smile on his direction. when a marriage proposal was made to apease the north, heleana had been the choice. a marriage that grew from compassion and understanding would eventually grew in love and companionship. it is said during their relationship, that lord cregan never took a mistress and the people of the north knew her by his nickname for her, his brave ice dragon.

bonus: ft. @h3laena

[west1rosi]

18. A kiss while laughing kiss roulette: send 🎲 to generate a kiss!

@h3laena asked: 🎲 - cregan

his   little   ice   dragon.   a   marriage   between   the   north   and   the   south   was   eventually   something   that   would   happen.   just   never   imagined   it   would   be   that   south.   the   crownlands   themselves,   in   the   shape   of   a   targaryen   princess,   whose   hair   blends   so   nicely   with   the   snow   around   his   home.   he   hasn't   done   much   to   force   heleana   into   a   bad   situation,   marriage   is   fine,   and   leading   into   a   casual   domesticity.   he   feels   the   tug   of   her   arm   around   his   own,   a   gentle   shreak   as   shadowborn   appears   from   the   side,   a   loud   bark   from   the   direwolf   causing   the   flinch   to   his   side.  

"you   ride   a   dragon,   m'lady   and   shadowborn   scared   you?   you   are   playing   to   inflate   his   ego."   cregan   laughs,   one   hand   still   on   her   own,   soothing   thumb   press   against   her   bare   hand.   he   is   still   laughing   when   he   leans   down,   to   kiss   her,   it   lands   more   on   the   corner   of   her   lips   but   it   presses   there   with   tenderness.   "do   not   be   afraid   of   the   wolves,   sweet   dragon.   they   quite   like   you."   and   gods   allow,   he   likes   her   more   than   what   most   husbands   would   their   arranged   wives.

[afterqueen]

@h3laena asked: 🌹 -

Jaehaera’s   fingers   trembled   slightly   as   she   accepted   the   rose   from   her   mother,   the   petals   soft   and   bright   against   her   pale   skin.   Her   lips   curved   into   a   delicate   smile,   a   flicker   of   joy   in   her   otherwise   quiet   demeanor.   "Thank   you,   Mother,"   she   whispered,   her   voice   barely   above   a   murmur   as   she   admired   the   flower.   But   her   gaze   quickly   shifted,   a   spark   of   excitement   lighting   up   her   violet   eyes.

Without   a   word,   she   gently   grasped   her   mother’s   hand,   tugging   at   it   with   surprising   urgency.   "Come,"   Jaehaera   said   softly,   her   small   smile   growing   wider.   She   led   her   mother   toward   her   chambers,   where   on   her   desk   sat   an   unfinished   flower   crown.   The   roses,   daisies,   and   lavender   she   had   carefully   woven   together   over   the   last   few   days   awaited   their   final   piece.

“I’ve   been   making   something,”   she   confessed,   glancing   up   at   her   mother.   “For   you.”   As   they   entered   the   room,   she   motioned   for   her   mother   to   sit,   reaching   for   the   crown   with   delicate   hands.   Carefully,   she   began   to   place   the   rose   her   mother   had   given   her   into   the   center,   completing   her   gift.   "Now   it’s   perfect."

[lcerys-moved]

@h3laena said : ❝ are you quite well? you look so pale. ❞

pale ? is that the image he gives, he wonders, each time they must set foot at king's landing ? and she may being KIND. he has never seen a reason to hide his expression, aside when he naturally does so. it is not a thought-through decision ( should it be ? no, he thinks, he sees nothing wrong with it most times. but maybe he should re-think it, later ). hopefully it is not. hopefully she is merely more perceptive than the rest.

the gardens of the keep are, at least, pretty enough and serve as enough of a distraction, even if he finds them too crowded still, with courtiers milling around. not as much as the throne room had been, however, and far less confining that the rest of the keep felt. for that alone he supposes they are better “ yes, quite, aunt helaena, thank you. i simply needed fresh air. ” he replies, offers a small smile at her ( can't do much about how he looks beyond changing his expression, but that might be enough. he doesn't think it even looks forced ). “ i did not know you were outside ― it was not my intention to disturb you. i can go somewhere else if you prefer. ” he is honest, at that. if she had gone there for solitude, he imagines that having him stumble across wouldn't be welcomed, but turning around and leaving with no words was unlikely to be considered polite either. especially considering her question.

[sentys]

i ask this one thing: let me go mad in my own way.  / h3laena

ELEKTRA TRANSLATED BY ANNE CARSON | Accepting

A FROWN HOLLOWS PALE SHARP-BONED CHEEKS , CREASED BROW SHIFTED BEHIND THE LEATHER OF SECURED PATCH .

He is thrown back into the gossip of yesteryear , lingering in the halls of the Red Keep . Odd begat mad , begat dismissal overall . His heart weighed like a stone in his chest while his stomach lurched at the notion . It is a striking request , perhaps even one made in jest — though he is loath to entertain such . There need not be a reason to see his sister cast under the light of skepticism .

Teeth scrape at the skin of bottom lip as he ventures to the window , taking his place within the plush armchair just to the side in hopes to prevent the pacing of boots . The prince denies the opportunity for anxiety to surface . No — he is a dragon & dragons do not fear . Helaena is his kin & he will offer both ears to listen , however uncertain her enigmatic lessons leave him . A single eye darts over his shoulder to the view beyond the balcony before returning to the occupant of the room , resting upon the familiar sight of her .

❝ You speak of madness . Must that be the outcome ? ❞ | @h3laena

[velcryons-a]

@h3laena // sc

Ink to parchment without a line out of place, the figure of a spider carefully etched into the fine vellum of the catalogue. The book had been a gift from her uncle Corlys, several empty pages bound together in rich black leather and sealed with a golden clasp. The first thing she did was present it to Helaena with an offer to record her collection.

A fine layer of pounce was applied to dry the ink as Vaenna looked to the figure before her and compared it to the moth on the opposite page. Six legs was too few, but eight was too many.

"Who do you think gave the spider it's extra leg?"

[roseguided-arch]

𝐈𝐓’𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 rhaenyra for her ease of motherhood. seemingly knowing what to say, what to do, what could be done to comfort her children. alicent always tried her best & no one could say she hadn’t, but at times she worries her children question their mothers love. ( what heartache it would be to come to find they felt unloved by her when she tried so hard. in her own way. in the best way she could muster. ) alicent, too, wasn’t nurtured like she should’ve been after the passing of her lady mother.

@h3laena asked, 💬 for me to make a starter from a meme i’ve reblogged. > all the things i should(n’t) have said.

hand reaches out, hesitant at helaena’s rejection of the soft touch of palm against her elbow. the couch giving some distance between them so, perhaps she won’t feel the need to. ❛ you are always in my thoughts, dearest. ❜ spoken tenderly with a small smile on her lips.

[forgaeven]

neith could hear the thumping of her own heart beating loudly in her ears. the world is restless — has been, from the moment king viserys took his last breath. perhaps neith had ought to be more suspicious around the quietness of the matter, but she had faith. she had believed it would not result to such violence. that it will come to a decision soon and, anyway, had they not all witness the crowning of king aegon ? had they all not seen it ? is it not legitimate enough ?

perhaps not. perhaps her siblings were right. the targaryens were not made to rule; they were made to burn. ❛⠀is it true ? ❜ neith's voice teeters on the edge of panic when they were finally alone; her mouth presses thin around her frown, doe brown eyes seeking her queen for an answer. ❛⠀did prince aemond ... ? ❜

kinslayer, they called him. prince lucerys had fallen under the monstrous vhagar.

@h3laena ♡'d !