KING'S LANDING
HELAENA
A letter addressed to Jade was sent to Dragonstone, yet Helaena received no correspondence back.
She feared Rhaenyra might have prevented such letters from being received by Hira's kin, so she had a guard venture to the city in hopes of finding Shouta, who might know a way to bring the Yi Ti lady to the Red Keep, yet even he was untraceable, lost within the throngs of people who dwelled in the capital.
The Targaryen queen made sure the maester at the rookery sent each letter, watched the birds fly in the direction of Dragonstone with her own eyes though a week had passed and still nothing.
Helaena felt drained.
What made it immensely worse was that Hira's condition took a turn.
Overnight, bile had erupted from her throat, choking the princess in her sleep. The maester on duty was quick to assist, yet it scared the life out of Helaena and Aemond, who stormed the room and watched in horror as the maester forced the bile out. But by the will of the gods, Hira lived to see another day.
After that, Aemond had torn the library from floor to ceiling, no book was left unread and many were burnt in a fit of anger. The boys at the training yard took the brunt of Aemond's rage, most of them covered in bruises and wore bloody faces.
Even their grandfather kept his distance.
Helaena, on the other hand, found solace in the Godswood, below the Weirwood tree. There, she prayed to the Old Gods and the New, to the Valyrian gods she knew little of and in pure desperation to Hira's Lengii gods.
How many days had she spent sitting on the grass, with Hira's head laid on her lap as they talked about running away to Leng, away from their duties as princesses? Sharing secrets and giggling like gossiping maids. Helaena wished for those times, instead of the suffocating obligation laid out before her, instead of the ongoing unease of Hira's condition.
Daeron, her youngest of brothers, had arrived from what was left of Oldtown, welcomed eagerly by their mother and Aegon. Helaena shared little of their happiness, too busy to care, too consumed with worry whilst Aemond had ignored everyone's existence.
Helaena came to blows with Aemond and it was barbed and vicious as expected, both their emotions wound too tightly from almost losing someone they loved.
"I can't command what I see or feel, Aemond, it's not how it works! It's riddles and glimpses. Nothing I see is concrete or easy to control."
"You could've saved her!" He yelled, towering over his sister with his height.
She screamed back. "I didn't know! I didn't know that they would attempt an assassination on my sons! I didn't know Hira would sacrifice herself! If I did, do you not think I would've done everything in my power to stop it?!"
"You have the ability to predict outcomes. Life and death and the gods deemed you fit over everyone else to possess such a gift. They gave something truly powerful to the most useless person."
His words cut deep.
Aemond continued, fully aware of the hurt growing on Helaena's face. "I applaud them, I do, for their sick twisted humour."
"Don't you dare lay the blame on me. It was your deeds that led us here. You are the cause for everything dreadful that has happened."
Aemond stopped listening.
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Fanfiction❛❛ Aemond yearned for her, that much she knew. It was a pity duty held a crown over her head, for Hira would have gladly fallen into his desire. ❜❜ - Hira, known to the Seven Kingdoms as Daemon's bastard daughter. In Leng, a Princess, a daughter of...
