#heirreign

[wornkindness]

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[crumbledstatues]

@heireign requested a starter from HELAENA

THE NIGHT HAD GROWN LATE, laced with thickened vitriol through serpent tongues and bloodied fists. How Helaena had wished to escape such a scene, look back fondly on dancing with her nephew all-smiles. But the time had passed, and smiles were simply memories. Still, when sleep could not find her, a candle aided her sight as she roamed through the passages. Surely, her sister would be with her husband, like Helaena had left hers soundly asleep, but if for a moment, she could catch her alone, that they would be able to speak.

Knuckles gently rasped against the door, enough to make a sound but not enough to wake if one was sleeping, gently tucking her hand back into her side and beginning to count the amount of time that would be suitable to wait before claiming defeat.

[crumbledstatues]

@heireign sent: ❛ there’s bravery in being soft ❜ | HELAENA

SHE HAD ALWAYS BEEN UNSURE IN WHAT TO CALL IT — how she was. How words would slip past her lips without the slightest semblance of control, only to cease speaking at all. Words chosen would be short, almost faint and inaudible. She wished to speak stronger, wished that each surprising noise did not follow by the covering of her ears. She wished her desire to reach for her mother overshadowed the need to rip the same woman’s touch away at any moment, suddenly constricted.

Innocence and naivety had been stripped long ago, as it did with every woman; the harsh reality of their standings, of the futures carved out for them the moment their birth is announced. Helaena had been surrounded by cruelty at every turn, surprised at herself at times that she was not tainted with the same fate. Instead, a gift … a curse, depending on the day. She did not wish to fight, did not wish to rule. She wished for no more pain, no more suffering. She wished to scoop up her bugs, dedicate to her needlepoint, ride Dreamfyre, love her children — that was all. Yet the Gods were cruel and unyielding at times, and her part of the story was not yet finished.

Comfort was often found in the presence of her sister, one she wished she were closer to, if the situation permitted. Rhaenyra had been no saint, far from it. But Alicent’s web had been exposed by her long ago, the truth for her to see. Her sister had gifted Helaena with nothing but kindness, eyes that bordered on pity at times, although she would never point them out.

“I fear I do not know how to be brave, soft or not,” words died in her throat for a moment, fingers busy in twisting a ring on her other hand. “How do you do it? How do you remain brave after all that has happened? How do you face it?”

various things spoken in an adventuring party pt.2

[crumbledstatues]

@heireign sent: " don't worry. you're safe here. i won't let anyone hurt you. " | HELAENA

WORDS CAN BE ENCOURAGING, yet they are only that -- words. Helaena fiddled with her hands in her lap, twisting the rings on her fingers that suddenly seemed too tight. Her pulse thrummed through her entire body, focusing on steady breaths in hopes to calm any shaky nerves. It was not that Rhaenyra was not to be believed. Her older sister had met her with nothing but kindness, soft glances with accompanied smiles, the rare brush of her skin not causing mere goosebumps instead of her usual flinching.

Mother may have spewed as much poison that could slip past her tongue, yet it had fallen deaf on Helaena's truthful ears. All were players in a game where the end seemed closer and clearer than ever -- blurry images growing more clear behind closed eyelids by the day. What could Rhaenyra alone do to protect her when so many wish for her demise? The demise of her kin? Some had been successful already.

Still, ever the gentle soul, she bares a trembling smile, not quite meeting violet eyes, as no smiles have done as of late.

"And what of you, dear sister? Who will keep you safe?"

right place, right time prompts.

[kingmakcr]

⚔️ || @heireign has requested a starter

THE PRINCESS HAD ALWAYS BEEN INTIMIDATING. However, as his first day her own personal guard, he wishes for nothing but her favor. "Your Grace," He salutes, bowing respectfully as watches her come through the doors of her chamber. "How will we spend our day?"