ELLIPSISM, aemond targaryen

[031] nothing comes from nothing

HELAENA WOKE UP that day with a strange feeling that reminded her of the times she had not learned history or writing and was outside with Aemma instead. She always had a feeling of guilt mixed with sadness and a kind of expectation that something bad would happen.

However, Helaena was no longer a child, she was a grown woman with three children, and no one was worried about whether she could describe Maegor Targaryen's rule or not.

But still she couldn't get rid of the feeling that was bothering her seemingly already in her dreams, sounding almost like a quiet voice in her mind whispering 'Watch out' but Helaena didn't know why.

A knock on the door was enough for Helaena to push her worries aside, especially when she opened it to see Aemma standing behind it.

"Morning," Aemma said with a smile and walked in, immediately heading to the children.

"Good morning," Helaena said watching her, closing the door before slowly walking over to her. "You know, you don't have to knock every time you come here. My home is also yours. Or should I also start knocking every time I want to enter a room too?"

Aemma hummed in response, too busy with Jaehaerys to form a response.

The dress that Helaena decided to wear that day for the tournament was more intricately tailored than the ones she usually wore and at the same time simple compared to the ones she prepared for the evening.  Fulfilling the family tradition of wearing green, however, she always took it her own way and unlike Alicent, Otto, Aegon and sometimes Aemond, Helaena always wore light and delicate shades of green, which was sometimes partly close to blue and yellow.

Looking at her reflection in the mirror and fixing her hair, Helaena finally nodded in satisfaction when the result was exactly what she wanted.

Aemma turned her head away from Jaehaerys and sized up Helaena, her mouth slowly lifting into a soft smile. "You look good. New dress?"

"Specially tailored for today," Helaena retorted feeling proud when Aemma complimented her. However, when she turned around and measured Aemma, she frowned. "What are you wearing?"

Aemma raised an eyebrow and looked down at her everyday black dress. "Dress . . . I think?"

"Aemma, this is a tournament. You can't come there dressed for breakfast."

"For your information, I look stunning at breakfast."

Helaena narrowed her eyes and walked over to her closet with a sigh.

"I'm sorry, alright?" Aemma called after her and sighed when Helaena didn't answer but continued rummaging through her clothes. "It's not my fault that I didn't know about it. I don't know about you, but I'm not packing so I'm preparing for the fact that there might be an event somewhere."

Helaena pulled away from the closet and happily pulled out a light blue dress. She walked over to Aemma and carefully placed the dress on the couch where she used to read or embroider and then looked triumphantly at Aemma and motioning her hand to the dress.

Aemma stared at the dress, already sensing what it was about. "They're beautiful, Helaena. But I can't--"

"You can," Helaena said sternly, lifting Aemma by her hand off the ground, adjusting the dress to her figure. "Hmm, yes, I think these will be good for you."

The next person to enter the room was Dyana, Helaena's maid, who bowed even lower when she noticed that Aemma was also in the room. She was a fair-haired girl, seemingly younger than Aemma and Helaena, but she looked quite mature and calm even for her age.