𝗗𝗥𝗔𝗚𝗢𝗡 𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗠𝗘𝗥 | 𝗽𝗷𝗼 & 𝗵𝗼𝘁𝗱

𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘂𝗲

𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗨𝗘: 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗗𝗬 𝗢𝗙 𝗛𝗘𝗟𝗔𝗘𝗡𝗔 𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗚𝗔𝗥𝗬𝗘𝗡

HELAENA TARGARYEN FELT numb. As she stared out to sea from her balcony, she couldn't narrow down one emotion she was currently feeling. There was heartache, grief, anguish, anger and so many more in her body that they all clashed together until she couldn't feel anything. Her amethyst eyes were shimmering with unshed tears as she replayed the night of her eldest son's death in her mind.

Sweet Jaehaerys.

Her little boy didn't deserve his fate. That night, the night where she was forced to choose between her eldest son and her youngest son, it was the worst night of her life. She loved both of her sons and because Maelor was the youngest, not having more experience and remembrance of his life so far than his older brother, Helaena chose Maelor to be sacrificed. Yet, it wasn't meant to be that easy for her. Instead of killing Maelor, Blood & Cheese took the life of Jaehaerys, swiftly taking his head in front of his Mother, Grandmother, twin sister and his younger brother.

Helaena could remember the sick smirk on Blood's face as he snatched Jaehaerys, pressing the blade to the young boy's throat... before slicing into his neck and decapitating her sweet little boy. She remembered the screams of pure horror that came from Jaehaera and her mother, Alicent. She could remember Blood holding onto her son's head, throwing it into a burlap sack before moving towards her. She remembered what his sick, rotten breath smelt like as he leant close to her ear and whispered lowly.

"A Son for a Son. Prince Daemon sends his regards."

Blood & Cheese then fled from the Red Keep, along with Jaehaerys' head to prove to Daemon that the job was done. Helaena fell to her knees in agony, gripping the headless corpse of her dead son, her tears soaking his blood stained tunic. Alicent Hightower collapsed beside her daughter, in her arms the sobbing figures of Jaehaera and Maelor. But after the grief came the rage. Rage at her brothers; Aemond, for slaying Lucerys above Storms End, and Aegon, for throwing a grand feast in celebration for Lucerys' demise. If it hadn't been for them, her son would still be alive. So, when Helaena arrived in the Throne room covered in blood, Aegon and Aemond were horrified.

Her voice was cold as she stared at her brothers. "Jaehaerys is dead. Our son is dead because of your stupidity! I curse you both to rot! I curse you both! This Throne was not yours to take, King! This is all your doing, Aegon! Our son's death is on your hands!"

None had ever seen the sweet, kind Queen Helaena ever act with such anger, such bitterness. Yet, the death of her son had broken her sweet tenderness. The Queen had never been the same since that night, and she couldn't handle it anymore.

And here she stood, on the edge of her balcony, overlooking the spikes below her. She looked up to the sky and prayed to any God that would listen.

"Allow me to see my sweet son again. Life was too cruel for us both."

And then, Helaena fell.

But her prayers had been heard. Not by any of her Gods, but by the Fates. The Fates had been aware of the outcome of the, "Dance of the Dragons," and Queen Helaena and Prince Lucerys were two innocent casualties of the cruel world. The Fates took it upon themselves to grab the soul of Helaena Targaryen before it could reach the Underworld. They then handpicked a daughter of the future; the daughter of Apollo, quite fitting for Helaena.

And as Helaena was reborn into the body of Aelia Monroe, the Fates pressed a kiss to her forehead.

"Your life will be difficult, sweet dragon. Yet, the friends, the family, you make in this life will make it easier. You will not be alone, Helaena Targaryen, for when you least expect it, your most trusted companion will reappear. For now, good luck, Aelia Monroe."