summary: Helaena and her lady sneak away to the gardens.
word count: 700
warnings: 18+ sapphic smut (fingering/oral)
a/n: feeling very sapphic! suprise! thanks @hotd-bigbang for inspiring this smutty little slice. enjoy! moodboard by my ride or die @undertheorangetree
The gardens were her favorite place in the Keep. Though her mother found solace in the silence of the Sept, Helaena was most at peace in the sunshine.
The chatter of birds, the buzzing of bees, the sunlight warming her face as she lay beneath her favorite tree. Here beneath the cherry tree, she was almost floating, not laying, on the cushion of soft green grass. A warm breeze rolled through, sending the pale pink blossoms shivering above her on their thin branches.
A sharp bolt of pleasure ran through her body, anchoring her to this world. A gasp slipped through her rosy lips as her gaze traveled down to the figure at work between her legs. Skirt bunched to her waist, she’d come to the gardens with her favorite lady in waiting nearly half an hour earlier.
Giggling they’d escaped the lessons with their Septa, nearly bored to tears. All Helaena’s doing of course. Hands laced together they’d made their way deep into the gardens before collapsing into a heap of skirts and kisses beneath Helaena’s cherry tree.
It didn’t take long for those sweet kisses to become more urgent, more desperate.
“Oh,” Helaena sighed, as her lady’s tongue traced circles around her pearl. “Gods above.”
Her lady hummed, hands squeezing the soft flesh of Helaena’s thighs, holding them apart as she began to tremble with her imminent release approaching. When she is finally thrown from the precipice of pleasure Helaena bites the back of her hand to silence the pitiful wail that escapes her.
Her lady hums, purring like a pleased kitten as she places soft kisses on Helaena’s sensitive cunny before lifting herself on her haunches.
She smiles at the princess and her blissed-out expression, crawling on top of her and placing another kiss on her pretty pink lips. Helaena moans in satisfaction at the taste of herself on her ladies’ tongue, nipping at her lower lip.
Her lady sighs contentedly, rolling to lay beside her princess.
“It is a pretty tree,” she murmurs, as Helaena props herself on her elbow, stroking her cheek as she lies beside her.
“It's my favorite,” Helaena murmurs, though she is not looking up at the pink blossoms. She leans forward, placing a chaste kiss on her lady’s mouth.
“Is it?” her lady asks, breath hitching as Helaena’s fingers trail down the side of her neck, dancing down her collarbone and over the swell of her breasts.
Helaena wordlessly nods her head.
“Mother shall be looking for me,” she says with a soft sigh, her fingers trailing the front of her lady’s corset, down further as she bunches the edges of her skirt in her fist. She tugs the material upwards before releasing it from her grasp, hand trailing up the softness of her companion’s thighs.
“She’ll not be pleased.”
“I suppose we should be on our way then,” her lady says, breath hitching on the final word as Helaena’s delicate fingers reach her smallclothes.
“I suppose,” Helaena says, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth as her fingers sneak beneath her smallclothes. “Just another moment.”
Her companion’s back arches off the soft grass as Helaena’s fingers sink inside her, a dreamlike smile appearing on the princess’s face at that sound of pleasure that leaves her lips.
Her fingers crook upwards and she hums in satisfaction as her lady squeezes her eyes shut.
It doesn’t take long, nor does it ever, for Helaena to push her toward release. Soon her thighs clamp together and a curse escapes her as Helaena silences her cry of pleasure with a kiss.
“I love you,” the dragon princess sighed when their lips finally parted. She cozies up to her companion, bringing her fingers to her mouth to savor the sweetness of her release.
Her lady turns to her, pulling her fingers from her mouth.
“Don’t do that,” she murmurs, eyes downcast in shyness.
“Why not?” Helaena insists, “You’re sweeter than lemon cakes.”
“Hush,” her lady scolds, but a pleased smile adorns her face.
Helaena turns on her back again, gazing up at the tree with pink petals.
“I love you too,” her companion says softly, fingers intertwining with Helaena’s.
The princess simply smiles.
“I know.”
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Summary: Helaena cannot sleep. You offer to keep her company, but find yourself addled by the same malady she has.
Warnings: None! Just the Princess and the Pea, and grief. Also, friends to lovers.
A/N: This one was hard. Little hope in regards to comments.
“Helaena. Helaena.” The dowager Queen says, voice harsh. “Helaena, are you even listening to me?”
And you do not mean to listen in. You really don’t. But her tone is so urgent, and you are only a few benches away from them, hands joined in prayer.
You had asked the dowager Queen if you could tag along with them today, promising to leave them pray privately. You had your own grief to keep you company, after all.
The news of your betrothed’s death reached you this morning. He had fallen during a battle near Duskendale, marching with the Royal Army under command of Ser Criston.
Your eyes were swollen from so much crying, your nose sore and raw. You had liked the man. Perhaps not as a lover, but he had been very cordial towards you, constantly writing and sending you trinkets. You had considered him a friend, and always found yourself excited to open his letters.
Now, your friend was gone, and your father had callously informed you that you were back in the marriage market. Not even an afternoon had you been allowed to grieve. The Sept was your sole respite from his constant nagging.
“Helaena. Please. Do try to pray.” The dowager Queen begs of her daughter, holding her hands. But the Queen only makes a sound of discomfort, trying to avoid her touch. “It will make you feel better.”
“I have not slept.” She weeps, face twisting in agony. Her whole body cringes away from Queen Alicent.
“It is only normal, after…” And you cannot bear it. Cannot bear to hear them discuss their loss, their own grief, when you are suffering through yours. You get up, choosing to move towards the altar.
You will light a candle and leave. The carriage will provide the same solitude you sought by coming here.
“That has nothing to do with it. Something is wrong. Wrong with my room. Can you stay with me tonight?” Queen Helaena untangles herself from Queen Alicent, who seems desperate to hold her.
“Helaena… I cannot… The lords and…” Her mother is clearly unwilling. A wave of pity for the Queen hits you. Your heart feels torn to shreds already from the loss of a friend, you cannot imagine what it would feel like to lose a son.
Were you her mother, you would hold her all night if she asked. Or even sit by her, if it helped her feel less alone. The Seven knew you would have liked your father to support you in your grief.
“I’ll do it.” You offer, bravely. A few tears have fallen down your cheeks. You barely realize, focused on her. This is something you can do. You can help her. Comfort her. “I’ll stay with the Queen tonight.”
“Were you listening to..?” The dowager Queen’s voice is harsh, grating in your ears. A tad embarrassed, you lower your eyes, but do not apologize nor take back your offer. You had been eavesdropping, of course. But they weren’t trying to be quiet either.
“Yes. She will.” Queen Helaena says, absently. And that is it.
That night, you find yourself in the Queen’s rooms. After her son was murdered, she moved into a more spacious and better guarded chamber.
There are no maids in sight, so you draw the curtains shut yourself and blow off some candles as the Queen changes into her nightclothes. When she comes out of the bathing chamber, she sits on the bed and offers you a hairbrush, in absolute silence.
You wonder if grief has taken her voice, as it has taken yours. You have not brought yourself to even name your betrothed aloud because a knot makes itself known in your throat each time you try.
Instead of trying to hold what will surely be an awkward conversation, you obey her. You are careful to touch her as little as possible when unpinning her long, blonde hair and brushing it until it shines. Then, she gets under the covers.
“Lay next to me.” She pleads, eyes closed. She pats the space next to her.
The bed is marvelous. You are warm and tired, the covers just the right weight for you to feel comforted under them, but not smothered.
You turn to face her. But the Queen has her back to you. You quietly say your nightly prayers and blow off the candle.
It is then that it starts.
Queen Helaena lets out a sigh, rolling on her side. You tense.
“Can't you feel it?” She asks you, face scrunched up in discomfort. “This bed is so uncomfortable.”
Buried under her blankets, warm and safe, you disagree. But you sit up regardless.
“Shall I get you another pillow?”
“Leave it.” She scoffs, throwing her pillow away.
Her tossing and turning doesn't stop the whole night. You understand why the Queen dowager didn't want to stay with her.
You continue to offer her to change her pillows, to fix the bedding, but she denies you every time. When sunrise approaches, you have resigned yourself to just laying there, watching her twitch restlessly. You had given up on sleep a long time ago.
But a night is enough to convince you. Something is wrong. Not with the bed, but with the Queen.
She requests your company again the next night. This time, you come prepared. Your fear of whatever is happening to her has turned into a dull sort of pity.
“I have brought you chamomile tea, but also Milk of the Poppy. Perhaps it might make you sleep.”
“I would like to try both.” She says, reaching for the vial of Milk of the Poppy without hesitation. She downs it fully, face strained. The lack of sleep has taken its toll on her. The dark circles under her eyes are darker than they had been yesterday, her cheeks a tad more sunken.
No one can go without sleep for long. This, you know.
The two of you lay down on the bed, and this time, she falls asleep. You allow yourself to drift off, knowing that the dose was big enough to have her rest the whole night.
Milk of the Poppy is addictive. It probably is why the Maester hasn’t given her any, but the Queen needs to sleep. A night of good, deep sleep will be enough to get her by a few days.
It feels like only a few minutes after when you jerk awake. Still in the clutches of sleep, you frown, wondering what is wrong. You can feel something is; otherwise you wouldn’t have woken.
You turn on your side and notice the space next to you is empty. Your eyes open. Had someone entered and taken the Queen? You would have thought it impossible once, considering the Red Keep the safest place on earth. But after the death of Prince Jaehaerys….
You sit up and find her on the rocking chair, eyes bright as those of a cat. Her gaze is vacant and she doesn’t reply when you call for her. Alarmed, you shake her shoulder. Has the Milk of the Poppy poisoned her somehow? By the Seven, what had you done?
“There is a beast… Oh. It’s you.” The Queen says, after a few minutes of you frantically trying to get her attention. Her voice is rough, as if waking from a deep sleep. Her hands cradle your face, as if committing your features to memory. “It’s you.”
You do not sleep after that. Neither does she. For some reason, you do not feel tiredness. You are glad to be awake. Queen Helaena’s eyes are all pupils, and she doesn’t look tired either. You need to keep an eye on her.
So you do. The both of you pace the room, sit on the bed, alternate places on the rocking chair. Neither of you sleep.
It is then you realize. There is something wrong with the bed.
The third night, the two of you ask the Maester for a concoction to help you sleep. A herbal tincture is delivered to Helaena’s rooms, and both of you each drink a cup.
Nothing happens at first. The two of you sit, side by side, on the bed. As you wait for sleep to come, tucked under the blankets like overly excited children, the Queen turns to look at you.
Her eyes are wide and unnerving. Tonight, her pupils are normal, and she smells of herbs. You find yourself feeling impossibly shy, her gaze too lucid, too attentive. It feels as if she sees you to your very soul.
“My name is Helaena.” She offers you, after a while. “I would like to use yours, if you allow it too.”
“Of course.” You mutter, softly. And as you look away from her, the strangest thing happens. You see yourself, sitting on the floor and playing with a silver haired boy. You sit up.
The image of yourself ripples. You are now laid on the carpet, and the Queen… Helaena cradles your head on her lap.
You see your mother, sitting on the rocking chair. There is the Queen dowager, kissing Ser Criston.
“What in the Seven..?”
“So you see it too, tonight.” Helaena says, voice dreamy. Her hands come to your shoulders, pressing you back down on the bed. “It is like this for me. Always.”
“What is happening?” You start to panic. You can tell the images around you aren’t real, but more like ghosts. It frightens you. Are they dead? But you just saw yourself. It can’t be that. “What is this?”
“Dreams. Futures. Some of them. Some shall never pass.” You get a glimpse of yourself again, cradling the boy. The Prince, you realize. Prince Jaehaerys. “They are my dreams, and yours too.”
“Oh.” Despite your frustration at not being able to sleep, you find them beautiful. You watch the little princess chase the boy, both playing with a ball. It's peaceful.
The two of you spend the night awake, surrounded by children’s laughter. And if you drift a little closer, no one’s the wiser.
It all seems so peaceful, it doesn’t occur to you of what consequences it might bring. You do not feel your creeping exhaustion, but you begin to look it. There are dark circles under your eyes, your cheeks grow more gaunt.
As you are having breakfast with the Queen dowager and the Queen, it occurs to you that you do not want to eat plain toast. You wish to ask one of them to pass you the small, yellow cube that is laying on top of a plate. Much to your horror, you cannot recall the word for it.
“Could you please pass me the..?” And you point because you cannot name it. It’s yellow, and you use it to spread over the toast, but you do not know its name.
“The…?” The Queen dowager asks.
“The…” You point to it. You spread it over the toast with a knife, you wish to say, but you can’t remember the word. It begins to upset you. A sudden urge to cry out of frustration hits you, making your eyes water.
“Oh, not you too.” The Queen dowager says, annoyed, as Helaena passes you the plate containing it. “What are the two of you doing? Playing a game?”
“What do you mean, my Queen?” You frown. What is she referring to?
“Helaena and you. Is that what you do at night, plan the tricks you will play on us?”
Her statement only serves to confuse you further. You frown.
“You should stop it. If you must, do it during the day, you both look too gaunt for my liking. Honestly, pretending not to know words…”
“Helaena…” The Queen dowager sends you a withering look, so you correct yourself. “The Queen is forgetting words too?”
“Honestly! I have had it with you two, girls. We are at war.” The Queen slams her hands on the table. “It is not the time to be playing tricks.”
She leaves the room, huffing. It is only when she is out of earshot that Helaena speaks:
“I have been missing words too. I think it’s from the lack of sleep.”
“Gods.” You say, cradling your head between your hands. You really need to sleep.
Helaena hums. The two of you start placing small notes on the objects in her room that very night.
“This is the hairbrush.” You read the next morning, flabbergasted. “It serves to brush your hair. Comb it through.”
“Pass it to me.” Helaena replies, taking it from you. “I think it is done like this.”
She passes it through your hair. You wonder how you could forget such a heavenly feeling.
The next and last night is nowhere near as heavenly. Helaena and you hug on the bed, terrified out of your minds. You had tried drinking another herbal concoction. Tonight, Helaena’s dreams weren’t so pleasant.
There were two dragons, one large and dark-colored, and a red one. They were shrieking at each other, and roaring. Spitting out flames. And the two of you could only watch as they set ablaze the room.
“Enough! Enough!” You suddenly jump up, and begin to try to drag a terrified Helaena out of her room. You manage to do so, and you lead her to your room. Both of you settle on the bed, cheeks still wet with tears.
You fall asleep still holding hands.
The next morning, a maid comes and changes the sheets on Helaena’s room. As she shakes the pillows and the mattress, a single pea rolls to the floor and hides underneath the dresser.
Summary: On the 15th of February 2025, Jacaerys and Helaena get married, and the two sides of the Targaryen family try to come together peacefully to celebrate the occasion.
Nothing like a wedding to drag everyone back into civility and out of a few messes they got themselves into.
... or deep into new ones.
Chapter 1: the mother of the groom (Rhaenyra)
Chapter 2: the bride (Helaena)
Chapter 3: the groom (Jacaerys)
Chapter 4: the groomsman (Aemond)
Chapter 5: the bridesmaid (Rhaena)
Chapter 6: the mother of the bride (Alicent)
Chapter 7: the wife (Helaena)
Chapter 8: the husband (Jacaerys) on Patreon (27th of November on Tumblr/AO3)
About: After breakfast, Helaena takes her twins for a walk through the royal garden.
Includes: Slice of life fluff because Helaena and her children deserve happiness ♥ Also featuring angst due to Fire and Blood spoilers if you squint.
Note: Hello lovely reader! After watching s2 ep1 I was overcome with the want to write something fluffy for our sweet Queen and her kids. While writing, the angst in this wrote itself. Even though Helaena's youngest, Maelor, isn't part of the show, he is part of this little fic. This fic is based on my own interpretations of book!Helaena and show!Helaena. As always, please enjoy ♥
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Breakfast was often a slow affair for Princess Helaena and her twin children, Prince Jaehaerys and Princess Jaehaera. Between giggles, food swiping, crying, apologizing, and playing with the last bits of food on their plates, sometimes it took upwards of an hour to finish. Today was no different.
The maidservants had opened the windows in Helaena’s apartment and a slow breeze moved through the room. It wasn’t enough, however, and Helaena still found herself hot and uncomfortable despite the spring temperature. The blood of the dragon ran hot in all her kin; everyone who had the chance to become close to a Targaryen knew it. Now, and recently, it was made more stifling by the tiny dragon growing in her womb. A boy. She knew it in her bones.
Today her little children likely ate more than she did. Early pregnancy made hunger come quickly, but it also eased quickly. And, during all of it, nausea was an unwelcome guest who always failed to take the hint to leave.
“How does a walk after breakfast sound, my little loves?” Helaena asked her children during a natural pause in their animated juvenile banter.
“What about library?” Jaehaerys asked, his voice sweet with youth. He loved his studies of the histories, philosophies, letters, and numbers held in the library. Being only four years old, he still had trouble with certain pronunciations. But, a mother always knew what her children said.
“What about uncle in the yard?” Jaehaera asked right after, her voice equally sweet and accompanied with bright eyes. She loved watching uncle Aemond spar with Criston Cole in the training yard.
Helaena couldn’t help it–she smiled. Soft, genuine, heartfelt. It crinkled her eyes. “Afterward we’ll all go see uncle Aemond then go to the library. Maybe he’ll come with us and read tales to you about Vhagar when she was a young dragon.”
“Yay!” The twins cheered.
Helaena stood–mindful to not do it too quickly–and cleaned each of their faces with a dampened cloth napkin. Toast crumbs, sticky jelly, milk. How they were able to make messes look so utterly adorable would forever be beyond her.
Personal touch was something she often avoided, even with her mother and brother-husband, Aegon II. But, these were her babies–the only things she and Aegon shared a love for. She grew them, connected with them while they were still together in her womb, and fed them mother’s gold from her breast after their birth.
Dreaming and seeing made life itself sometimes feel like a dream–as if she couldn’t tell which plane she walked in at any given time. She wasn’t like other people. She’d always been different. She knew it from when she was younger than her twins are now.
But these weren’t just any people.
They were her babies.
She kissed each on their newly cleaned cheeks and held their hands as they walked to the nearby chaise to get their shoes on.
Helaena knelt easily–she wasn’t showing physical signs of pregnancy yet–and covered her children’s little feet in socks before securing their shoes in place. “There! Let’s see what secrets the garden holds today,” she said with dreamy eyes and a sincere smile reserved for only her twins.
Outside her royal apartment, a guard stood duty. He joined them on their walk through the castle and to the grounds. Once outside he hung back slightly to give them more room to be a family.
The entire span of the gardens were lovely this time of the year. Bright fresh greenery adorned all the trees and shrubs. Blossoms bloomed beneath the spring sun allowing their fragrances to fill the moving air. Mosquitoes buzzed above the koi ponds, unintentionally serving the fish a never-ending feast. The opening of spring’s first rose buds were one of Helaena’s favorites–so much so that when she was a young girl she requested a climbing rose to be planted below her window high in Maegor’s Holdfast with the hopes of being graced by its perfume.
“Mommy!” The little princeling called from where he explored around a shrub. “Come see come see!”
Both the princess’ made their way to him and when Helaena saw what he pointed at, she gasped.
There, all around and inside the shrub, were a combination of caterpillars, cocoons, and fluttering butterflies–mostly cocoons. She couldn’t remember the last time she happened across something like this! The pupa’s were perfect.
“Careful, my loves. We mustn't disturb them,” Helaena whispered, face alight with the magic of youth.
Jaehaerys, with a daisy chain around his neck, squatted and watched a hungry caterpillar with fascination. Jaehaera, with flowers in her hair, chased a butterfly with pealing giggles. Nothing could be better than this single moment.
Turning her attention away from her twins, Helaena bent forward to inspect the–what she deemed–nursery. And it was upon that closer inspection that nearly had the princess falling backwards in horror.
No.
No. It all looked positively perfect! How could it be so… horrific?
There, resting on the dirt below the shrub, lay an otherwise pristine butterfly: its head and thorax had been cut clean off its abdomen. Tension crept along her back until the bile of her stomach froze. She blinked furiously as if it could erase her vision, and while doing so she turned her attention elsewhere. The frozen pit in her gut spread down to her fingertips. There, speared upon the stub of a growing branch, was a butterfly. Impaled. Nausea overwhelmed her. She closed her eyes and shook her head, physically pained by what she saw. When she re-opened them she was faced with the day’s final vision. A third butterfly torn to pieces and swarmed with fire ants. Her ears rang.
Dread overcame Helaena. The cruelty of nature. The barbaric treatment of things so innocent. Yet still it was… more.
Jaehaera no longer giggled in her chase around the garden. Instead, now, the little princess stood at her mother’s side and held her hand in her own. Her eyes, so like her mother’s, seemed to glow from within. Questioning. Knowing. “Mommy?”
“It is the nature of beasts,” she answered shakily, tears brimming her eyes. “Let’s take a branch or two inside to our insectarium. Away from the madness.”
They each took a branch inside. Over the following week, each cocoon unfolded with a beautiful butterfly. They flew from Maegor’s Holdfast into the florals below. Safe, for now, from the insanity of living in the dragon’s maw.
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