Burn me • Aemond Targaryen

The Tragedy Of The Green Queen

Chapter Sixty- Seven -The Tragedy Of
The Green Queen

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Rhaella had not seen her sister in what felt like half a lifetime. Helaena had kept herself locked away in her chambers, whispering words of terror to herself.

It was a life sentence to be Helaena Targaryen. The tragedy of the green queen, The queen who never wished for her crown. And now she had been trapped in the past wishing and wanting for things that had been taken from the world. Things she would never get back.

The room was dark, curtains drew across the bare window, shielding the broken queen from her unwanted city. Rhaella looked closer, and she saw the room had been tore apart, bed curtains wrenched from the frame, blankets and pillows flung in random places and the sheets from the bed had been pulled onto the floor. But what was most noticeable about it, that all that had been attacked was green. She noticed then how enforced the two sides of the war were, most things in Helaena's room had been green, down to the bottles of perfume to the side of the bed.

"Helaena?" Rhaella's voice was soft, gentle she didn't wish to startle her sister. she couldn't see the queen, the darkness of the room was overbearing it matched the coldness that clung to the air, the heath bore no wood, only old traces of ash. "Are you here?" She had to be, there was nowhere else for her to go.

"Are they gone?" Came Helaena's voice from the darkest corner of the room. "The guards outside, are they gone?"

Rhaella let out a breath, and she saw its shadow float out into the harshness of the cold room. "They're gone." Rhaella told her.

It seemed as though Helaena let out a sigh of relief, and only then did she come from the shadows. "Today is a good day." She told herself, picking at her nails, her voice was not so convincing. "Where is Aegon, and Aemond he normally comes to see me in the mornings, he brings me lemon sherbets." The white haired girl nodded, her purple eyes did not seem so bright, they were dull and dark.

"Has nobody been to tell you anything?" Rhaella said, brow furrowed.

Helaena smiled slightly and shook her head.

There was something in her heart then, that made her believe that perhaps Helaena was not better knowing the misfortune had struck down on them like lightening on a terrible storm. "Aemond has gone to have Larys Strong Declare for him in Harrenhall, Aegon is overseeing the capture of Dragon stone."

"And the children?" Helaena smiled.

Rhaella felt her heart tug, but she masked it quickly with her own smile. "With mother."

Perhaps had things ended differently, then Helaena never would've known the difference. But Rhaella had just been made aware of a dark sweeping shadow entering the keep, and you may never escape a shadow, it follows when you think you are standing in the light, yet it only breeds in darkness.

Helaena smiled, and went to sit on her lounger.

"Perhaps you would care for a walk in the garden?" Rhaella offered.

But the queen shook her head. "No thank you, I would feel safer here."

Rhaella nodded. "Okay, well how about I have the maids bring us some fresh sheets and sherbets and we get your chamber cleaned up."

Helaena thought to herself for a moment, then she looked up around the room. "I suppose it does seem very dull in here, and my bed is not comfortable enough for me to sleep in."