❪ @kinslayerr ❫ a wild mistake.
During the witching hour, the storms rumble aggressively against the sheer windows of Queen Helaena’s bedchambers. Peals of thunder are followed by sudden flashes of lightning, making it far more difficult for the queen to surrender herself to slumber. Midnight reveries have clouded her head and little mind for far longer than two hours now.
With a quiet grace, the dimly lit hallway calls to her. Along the dark passage, she finds herself wandering beside the high walls, the flames from the torches dancing along with her movement. She moves like a ghost, her presence quiet and almost discreet, though her mind is loud and full of chaos at that moment. It demands too many things all at once: a source of comfort and something to ease the thoughts that have haunted her. She seeks them both at the intended place.
Soon enough, her destination stands before her. Aemond’s chambers, her younger brother, who has been far quieter since the visit to Storm’s End. Dinners have passed with silence lingering between them, except for the eye that burns on her just as much as hers burns on him, with stolen glances that hold far too many things. For Helaena, it becomes unbearable at last as she stands with hesitation before his door, waiting and considering this as a wild mistake.
Though, with the instinct of a warrior, Aemond notices the shadow beneath his door, lingering outside like an anticipated danger. In a rush, he swings the door open only to find his sister standing before him in thoughtful silence. In all her grace, she looks as beautiful as the moon itself, pale and flushed. Her greenish nightdress clings to her skin, making her flesh stand out against the dim light. Her silver-white hair lies untied and loose behind her back, delicate and ethereal, even though her face seems slightly bothered.
