HELAENA TARGARYEN.

' #hotdrp

[HELAENA TARGARYEN. @bugdevour]

The itsy bitsy spider
went up the water spout.
down came the rain,
and washed the spider out.
out came the sun,
and dried up all the rain.
so, the itsy bitsy spider
went up the spout again.

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[HELAENA TARGARYEN. @bugdevour]

❝I am no chameleon. I do not appease you.❞

[HELAENA TARGARYEN. @bugdevour]

Mind her not for her 𝑔𝒾𝑔𝑔𝓁𝑒 is loud. Her gaze is awfully fond, smile wide as her sweet handmaiden’s.

❝You are pretty, Marelle. You wear the skin and heart of someone beautiful.❞

[* 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐄𝐍𝐀’𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍. @damselyearns]

She whisks the gold of @bugdevour’s crown off the prettiness of silver locks. She offers a silly smile, wide and bright as she rests it upon her own cranium.

❝I am almost as pretty as you.❞

[HELAENA TARGARYEN. @bugdevour]

She reaches for the wrist bruised, hesitantly and fingertips ghost against the vile colours of green and purple.

❝I should not have had a jest,❞ she bites down on the side of her cheek. ❝Why did he do it this time? Grandsire has no right to put a hand on you.❞

[HELAENA TARGARYEN. @bugdevour]

❝Come here,❞ she beckons to him. ❝I am sorry.❞

[HELAENA TARGARYEN. @bugdevour]

❝And 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 vile thing has he done now?❞

[HELAENA TARGARYEN. @bugdevour]

❝Whatever is the matter?❞

[HELAENA TARGARYEN. @bugdevour]

❝’Twas a jest, sweet darling.❞

[HELAENA TARGARYEN. @bugdevour]

𝓔ye spy a 𝓼weet 𝓈𝓅𝒾𝒹𝑒𝓇.

[HELAENA TARGARYEN. @bugdevour]

❝I am so fortunate. The gods have blessed me with the 𝓀𝒾𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓈𝓉 brothers && a sweet mother.❞

[HELAENA TARGARYEN. @bugdevour]

Oblivious nature—she draws a finger down Marelle’s jaw, to look over youthful features, pretty as her own.

❝My mother is sweet, that much is true,❞ she murmurs, gaze faraway. ❝I wish you could meet my sister. She would adore you.❞

[* 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐄𝐍𝐀’𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍. @damselyearns]

Red streaks across the curve of pale cheeks && she bows her head, to lean into inquisitive fingers.

❝I like green. Green and blue. It reminds me of the sweetest lady I’ve ever met.❞

[HELAENA TARGARYEN. @bugdevour]

❝Well enough, Marelle. Oh,❞ a gasp: soft and barely audible as she reaches to tug a strand of her hair to rest it behind a ear. ❝You look so pretty in 𝓰𝓻𝓮𝓮𝓷, than red.❞

[* 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐄𝐍𝐀’𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍. @damselyearns]

@bugdevour

❝The sun is as bright as your smile, on this good morrow. I trust you are well?❞

[HELAENA TARGARYEN. @bugdevour]

She 𝓅𝒾𝓇𝑜𝓊𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓈 on strings of flesh, foot meeting the floor before pushing off to rest against her knee. When she is 𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓃𝓉, she spins back to him—fingers splaying to cradle his cheeks.

❝Destiny will be the judge and executioner of such fact. Aegon can be kind.❞

[‘ 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐒 𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐍. @honourvows]

𝓗e draws back, to 𝓼𝓹𝓲𝓷 her—a marionette’s puppeteer pulling strings. He 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐒 in her splendour, and he cannot look away.

❝𝓘’𝓶 afraid, I will find it hard to share you with a 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐞 soul.❞

[HELAENA TARGARYEN. @bugdevour]

𝐼𝒸𝒽𝑜𝓇 thuds in her veins, setting skin alight with an 𝓌𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 red upon the curve of her cheeks. She tugs him close, lips ghosting against lips as she whispers:

❝And 𝓎𝑜𝓊 will have your bride. I can take a 𝓈𝑒𝒸𝑜𝓃𝒹 husband, no? 𝐼 𝒶𝓂 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈.❞

[‘ 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐒 𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐍. @honourvows]

❝𝓣here will be 𝐧͟𝐨͟ dread of the night for you, my lady,❞ he almost 𝓹𝓾𝓻𝓻𝓼 with a lazy drawl, ardent 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 in their dance—with no song save for the beat, 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭 of his heart thudding in his cranium.

❝I must confess, you must have been a beautiful bride.❞

[HELAENA TARGARYEN. @bugdevour]

She 𝒻𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓈 into his touch, shudder poisoning her weak spine. Fingers entwine, and eyes close as her head turns—a soft chuckle had.

❝Only 𝓎𝑜𝓊 can turn my head with such sweetness.❞

[‘ 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐒 𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐍. @honourvows]

𝓐n 𝔞doring hand with safety promised, curls into hers—feet falling into a 𝒻𝒶𝓂𝒾𝓁𝒾𝒶𝓇 pattern, a shuffle here and there. Another hand 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬 on her hip, forehead finding hers.

❝Has anyone told you how 𝐝͟𝐢͟𝐯͟𝐢͟𝐧͟𝐞͟ you look today, sweet Helaena?❞

[HELAENA TARGARYEN. @bugdevour]

𝐹𝓇𝒶𝑔𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎 has her fingers reaching, to draw him back into her yearning arms—to give one, final peck upon lips. She swallows her silent 𝒸𝓇𝓎: for this boy, is naught but 𝓈𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉𝑒𝓇 than the gods.

❝Dance, 𝓌𝑒 shall.❞

[‘ 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐒 𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐍. @honourvows]

𝐇͟𝐄͟ ͟𝐃͟𝐑͟𝐎͟𝐖͟𝐍͟𝐒͟ ͟𝐈͟𝐍͟ ͟𝐇͟𝐄͟𝐑͟ ͟𝐆͟𝐋͟𝐀͟𝐃͟𝐋͟𝐘͟, gladness discovered in her ardour. He is glad to be 𝐰𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐧 into her spidery web of newfound 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝓈 and nurtured worship. Hip to hip, feet to feet and he draws back.

❝Shall we dance?❞

[HELAENA TARGARYEN. @bugdevour]

ℜ𝔢𝔤𝔯𝔢𝔱 weaves with her bones, a spider that wraps up her flesh in silk—all 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝓎 for a feast. Red wine tastes like vile guilt.

[HELAENA TARGARYEN. @bugdevour]

I 𝓁ove my brothers, with all my half-eaten heart.

[HELAENA TARGARYEN. @bugdevour]

He 𝓀𝒾𝓈𝓈𝑒𝓈 differently, to what she is used to—no wine, no sharp teeth sinking into her lips. She draws him closer, 𝐯𝐮𝐥𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 upon her sweet bones. She feasts on his sweetness, quiet and primal passion found in 𝓈𝒶𝒻𝑒𝓉𝓎.

[‘ 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐒 𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐍. @honourvows]

𝐒͟𝐡͟𝐞͟ 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞. He indulges himself in a truth 𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔 sought—he has found divinity in her quaint 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬: as this quiet passion 𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙚𝙨. Nails gently scrape against her cheek, fingertips ghosting.

[HELAENA TARGARYEN. @bugdevour]

A 𝑔𝒾𝑔𝑔𝓁𝑒 blooms from her chest, soft and mirth spews with a twitch of the corners of her lips. She kisses him with such 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 with each gentle brush of lips, fingers curling into his jacket.

[‘ 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐒 𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐍. @honourvows]

𝕳idden 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 sinks into lovely eyes as a bard sings their tale, strumming at a lute. Her lips 𝓉͟𝑒͟𝒶͟𝓈͟𝑒͟, brushing far too close to his. He 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐬 them, lips colliding with hers.

[HELAENA TARGARYEN. @bugdevour]

She 𝓫𝓻𝓾𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓼 sweet lips besides @honourvows’, hand seeking familiarity—fingers curling with his. 𝐀 𝐅𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 given, far from the blight of a husband.