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HCs Alicent, Helaena, and Rhaenyra having a secret affair with their Gal Pals™ behind their oblivious husband's backs 😜

Alicent

At first she felt guilty about her affair. But soon realized that her husband was stupid and will never find out. It's not as if they loved each other anyway.

Is always sneaking off to her Lady's chambers, spending her nights with her and sharing her love.

It took a while for Alicent to allow herself to be pleasured by her lady. However when she finally gave herself up, she became addicted.

Clings to her beloved as they rub their cunts together, the wet selacious sound filling the quiet night. Alicent has never experienced this kind of pleasure, and never wants to know how someone else can make her feel. Her Lady is perfect.

Helaena

She knows her husband won't care, but others will. She likes to keep it secret, Gods forbid her lovely Lady be executed for defiling the princess.

Their favorite spot is in a corner of the gardens, her Lady lifts her skirts up and spends hours between her legs.

The way her beloved looks between her legs is absolutely beautiful. The sun shining in her hair and gorgeous eyes looking up at her.

Helaena is so in love, and she hates that she can't voice her love and has to hide her feelings behind closed doors.

Rhaenyra

Daemon thinks he's smart. He's not.

Nyra has been having an affair for years, her beautiful handmaiden has spent more time in her bed than her own husband.

Holding each other under the sheets, rubbing against one another and exploring every inch of skin.

They share soft kisses and sweet words in private. Her handmaid goes with her everywhere.

Rhaenyra has plans for when she's queen, and that includes marrying her beloved.

widow

pairing: helaena targaryen x maid!reader

synopsis: helaena yearns for more insects to cradle, and you are all too willing to add to her collection.

includes: pre-b&c helaena but post aegon’s coronation, just cute lil crushes, fluff

wc: 1232

a/n: hiiii!! i wrote this for a twitter oomf so if u see this i hope u like it <3 this might be a bit ooc bc this is my first time writing for her but i tried lmao

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Perhaps it was a bit stupid for you to be so afraid of insects while you worked in such a large castle, but the thought of little spiders crawling around frightened you nonetheless. The Red Keep was a monstrous thing, with halls seemingly never ending and chambers large enough to house an entire family. It was only natural for such little creatures to infest it.

You’d never understood why Helaena was so fond of them. Out of all of the royal family, she was the one you were closest to. Many of the other maids you worked with whispered of what a strange woman the Queen was, with her peculiar mumblings and odd tastes, but she was the sweetest woman you’d ever met.

A Targaryen dragonrider, she was, the mother of the heir to the Iron Throne and King Aegon’s only daughter, but she was so gentle. You suppose it was only logical you’d developed a crush alike to a green boy’s on her. Helaena had always had an aversion to touch, but you were the only one she allowed to braid her hair, and sometimes her fingers would trace indecipherable shapes on the back of your hand. You wondered what they meant.

“I’d like for more little bugs,” she tells you one day while you braid her hair. Wavy and soft, it was, befitting one of her station. “They are my only company when the children are at their lessons. I enjoy hearing their whispers.” You fight the urge to raise a brow at that, knowing Helaena’s wisdom often presented itself in riddles.

She sat on a velvet-cushioned chair in front of her vanity, adorning a blue dress matching Dreamfyre’s scales and a silver-chained necklace. Nimble fingers play with her wedding ring as you finish up, and it’s clear she’s making an effort to sit up straight. She’d never had good posture, but she’d try for you.

You place your hands on her shoulders as you bend to the level of her ear. The feel of them is purposely light and feathery, meant to make it easy for her to brush them off if she so desires. “Mayhaps you might ask your lord husband for more,” You say, your tone tender as always.

“He does not take interest in what I do.” Her words are simple and to the point. That was always how she spoke of Aegon. Then, she turns to face you, a small smile fixed on her face. The way the light from the window illuminates her face makes her resemble an angel.

She places her hand on top of where yours rests on her shoulder, squeezing it lightly. “Thank you,” she says sincerely, then smooths out the wrinkles of her periwinkle gown and stands. You find yourself getting lost in the deep blue of her eyes, ever so alluring.

Only a moment later, you snap out of it, bowing your head to her and leaving the room with haste. It was improper for a person of your standing to carry such intimate affections for a royal woman, nevermind the fact that you were one yourself. Yet, you could not force yourself to ignore the thought that had come to you — to get Helaena more of her little bugs.

-

Your attempts to suppress your fears do not work. You find yourself asking yourself why you’re even putting yourself through this much trouble for just a few bugs, but you shrug it off and keep going.

You barely even recognize the hall you’re in, and you can’t remember the last time you’ve been here. You grip your scarlet skirts closer to you with one hand and grasp the candle tightly in the other, letting out a shaky sigh that echoes through the corridor.

You’re here with one goal in mind: get Helaena her silly spider, then run to her chambers so you never have to hold it again. To touch such a wretched thing will disgust you, no doubt, but it is worth it if it is for her. Thoughts of its impropriety are repressed yet again when you bend down to get a look at the stone floor.

It’s repulsive. What seems like thousands of thick cobwebs cover the parts of the stone by the wall, waiting to be stepped on by a group of nobles on the morrow. How do they come so fast? You do not wish to know the answer.

Swallowing down a dramatic shudder, you extend your hand, palm up, in search of an insect you think Helaena will take a liking to. You’re careful with the torch you hold, tilting it down to get a closer look at the sight before you.

There’s a little army of them, it seems, though they’re all spread out. A black widow catches your eye almost immediately, and it almost looks like its beady eyes are staring right through you. Like there’s someone behind you.

You whip your head around, but there’s no one there. “Come on, sweet thing,” You whisper, but it’s mostly to yourself rather than to the little recluse you grab speedily. You cannot fight the yelp that escapes from your throat when you feel its legs poking around in the gaps between your closed fingers.

You practically run up the steps towards where the royal chambers are after that, ignoring the piercing stares you receive from the other maids, the guards, and the noblemen alike. Fuck them, you think, ignoring the fact you’re going to repent at the Sept later for utilizing such a foul word, this is for the Queen.

Quite rudely, you realize later, you burst through the doors of Helaena’s chambers and feel a wave of guilt when you see how she startles at the noise of it. She’d always been sensitive to loud interruptions.

“Your grace,” you squeak, almost wincing at the tone of your voice. Helaena sets her embroidery hoop aside, and you can’t help but notice how similar the spider in it looks to the one in your palm. Wide eyes study you as you move to sit on the floor beside her. It’s far more clean than the hallway.

Gentle hands reach for yours. “What’s the matter?” She asks, always so empathetic, and her lips part in surprise when she sees the bug you hold. Never had you spoken of it to her, probably not wishing to offend her somehow, but she’d always known of your aversion to such critters.

She reaches for it herself, smiling softly at the feeling of its tiny legs crawling over her wrist. Gasping, as if realizing what you’ve done for her, she sets the thing in one of the empty cages behind her and turns her full attention to you. “Thank you,” she says sincerely. “You did not have to.”

“You said it yourself, my Queen. You required more of them, did you not?”

Her cheeks flush at that, a rare sight. Gingerly, almost afraid that you’ll pull away in repulsion of her touch, she places a kiss onto your temple. An honor, you’ll realize later, knowing of her usual unwillingness when it comes to physical touch.

A tentative finger traces the lines of your palm. Her eyes are still fixed on you. “…I’ve never had someone care so much for what I desire,” She admits, “or mine own interests.”

Suddenly, she interlaces her fingers with yours. “Will you stay?”

— HOUSE OF THE DRAGON

AEMOND TARGARYEN

— no matter what

summary: you’re betrothed to aemond targaryen without your knowledge. upon your arrival at the red keep you find yourself attracting others, which leaves your husband jealous and insecure, with you left to reassure your love for him.

— the hand that feeds you (req)

summary: you’d shown kindness to aemond early on as his handmaid, from which a friendship bloomed. but aemond had grown a dependency on it, and on you.

— the smallfolk’s princess

summary: after meeting you whilst scouring for his brother, aemond finds himself interested in you. even if you aren’t a targaryen, and it’s not like you can resist a dragon, right?

AEGON II TARGARYEN

— coming soon!

JACEARYS VELARYON

— coming soon!

LUCERYS VELARYON

— coming soon!

DAEMON TARGARYEN

— all for you

summary: after hearing of your young nephews demise at Storms End you share your concerns with your husband Daemon as he reassures his love and protection for you.

RHAENYRA TARGARYEN

— coming soon!

HELAENA TARGARYEN

— coming soon!

ALICENT HIGHTOWER

— coming soon!

THE GREENS

— coming soon!

THE BLACKS

— coming soon!

I woke up and y’all chose violence with the spicy Helaena works and I don’t know whether to cry or laugh

"Pleasure To Serve" - Helaena Targaryen x Courtesan!Reader, Side Aegon Targaryen x Courtesan!Reader

a/n: request from @wonder-harley 🤭 also my submission for gluttony for @hotdthemedweek ❤️

Summary: You find yourself more interested in the queen than in the king who has hired your services for the night.

TW: she/her pronouns, afab reader, canon typical incest, profanity, innuendo, infidelity, oral f receiving, scissoring, medieval dildo, cuckolding, male masturbation, tiddy succin

Word Count: 1,855 words

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

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Helaena has heard quite a bit about you, whispers going around the court of the famous Braavosi courtesan who Aegon has taken up with. She has no interest in his indiscretions so long as he remains a good father to the twins and Maelor, and so, she allows him to sneak off for his late night rendezvous with you, not a complaint falling from her lips.

However, she does take issue with him bringing evidence of his infidelity into the Red Keep. While he visited your barge on Blackwater Bay, she didn’t care, but he’s grown too bold, bringing you back to Maegor’s Holdfast. She gathers her skirts and storms over to Aegon’s private chambers, a frown set on her pretty face. Helaena despises conflict, but after speaking with her mother, she knows that she must stand up for herself or continue being walked all over by Aegon.

As she approaches his chambers, she hears what she can only assume to be your voice, laughing softly from beyond the door. She’s not sure why but her heartbeat races ever so slightly at the sound and she has to take a breath to calm herself. She holds her head high and walks into the room. She sees you laying there, at the foot of Aegon’s bed, on your side, propped up on your elbow, wearing a silk dress and a necklace that she’s quite sure Aegon had procured for you. At the sound of the door opening, you turn your attention from Aegon and focus your alluring gaze on her.

Helaena feels like a deer caught in the sights of a hunter as a coy little smile spreads across your face. You stand up from the bed and saunter over to her, dipping in a deep curtsy, before you turn and call to Aegon over your shoulder.

“I did not know your wife was so beautiful, my king,” she hears you drawl in your Braavosi accent, so foreign to her ears and so beautiful, “What a lucky man you are.”

Helaena feels her cheeks flush as you move your hand to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, fingertips brushing against her face as you do so. She’s always known in her heart of hearts that, if given the choice, she’d rather be with a woman than a man, but that isn’t something she can easily say to her mother or anyone else for that matter. It’s a secret she’s carried ever since she was young and will likely carry for many more years.

“Have you ever been with a woman, my queen?” you ask her, gazing at her through your long lashes, fluttering them slightly in a way that makes her breath catch in her throat.

The young queen coughs slightly before shaking her head, “N-no. I have not.”

“Would you like to?” you coo, pressing your body against hers, your breasts all but visible through the thin silk fabric that covers you, “I’ve always found that there’s no greater joy than becoming one with another woman.”

Aegon chooses that moment to speak up, pouting from his spot on the bed, “My lady, don’t tell me you wish to bed my wife rather than me?”

“That’s exactly what I’m telling you,” you say without looking away from Helaena, your eyes traveling the expanse of her body, taking in every curve, her beautiful blonde locks, the lilac of her eyes as you grin, “My queen, I see the way you’re looking at me right now and it’s quite similar to the way I’m looking at you. Why not move past what society deems proper and,” your hand traces her side, stopping at her waist, before tugging her closer to you ever so slightly, “Give in to your desires? You’re a queen, after all. It is my duty and pleasure to serve you.”

Helaena gasps as your lips find hers. You taste so sweet and your lips are so soft as your tongue traces her lower lip, seeking entrance into her mouth. She readily grants it and your tongue moves against hers, slowly, languidly, as you explore her mouth, moaning against her as your hands move to hold her hips, sliding down to squeeze the supple flesh of her ass. You can hear Aegon undoing his breeches behind you, no doubt his hand already moving up and down on his cock as he watches two beautiful women locked in such a sensual kiss. Your hand moves to take the clip out of her hair, allowing her gorgeous mane to fall free around her shoulders. You place the clip on Aegon’s desk before moving back to hold her face in your hands and kissing her again.

Helaena hardly knows what to do. She was always taught that laying together was predominately for the purpose of producing an heir. But with you, there’s no chance of that. With you, she’s only doing it for her own pleasure, she realizes as you undo the laces of her bodice, letting her ornate gown fall to the floor. You pull back and smirk at her with delight as you gaze upon her wearing just a slip, taking her by the hand and leading her to Aegon’s plush bed. She watches as you command him to go sit in the corner, that he’s allowed to watch the two of you, that he’s allowed to touch himself, but he is not allowed to reach his peak. You ignore his whines of protests as you urge Helaena to lay back on the bed, settling between her legs.

“Such a greedy man,” you say, referring to Aegon, “Coming to a whore when he has such a beautiful queen as his own. If I were your husband, my lady, you’d never leave the bedchamber.”

Helaena sighs with delight at your words, ignoring Aegon’s whining as he watches you press a kiss to his wife’s ankle, working your way up along her leg, pushing the fabric of her shift up. You slide her underwear down her legs, gazing at her glistening cunt, a coy smile playing at your lips.

“Did my kiss get you this wet, my queen?” you coo, licking a stripe along her entrance, grinning to yourself as she moans, squirming away from the sensation ever so slightly, “Such a pretty cunny you have, my queen. I can’t wait to have a taste.”

She gasps as you push your tongue inside her, never having felt anything like this before, throwing her head back against her pillow, her fingers twisting into the soft fabric of Aegon’s bed sheets as you move your warm tongue in and out of her, dragging it along her velvet walls. Your lips are soft and plush against her in a way that drives her absolutely mad as she writhes against the sheets under your ministrations. For your part, you quite enjoy the way she tastes, sweet but with the slightest tang, as you gaze up at her, her breasts heaving as she gasps for air, so close to coming undone on your tongue. She gazes down at you, your eyes hooded as you look back at her before suckling at her pearl, sending her careening over the edge, feeling pleasure like she’s never known. Her thighs quiver from how hard her climax has hit her as she watches you remove your dress, tossing it aside, baring yourself fully to her. Helaena’s eyes trace the curves of your body, your smooth, supple skin, drinking in every inch of you. You’re so beautiful, so confident. And you want her. 

You help her out of her slip, glancing back at Aegon, who has simply been watching the entire experience, fisting his cock with his hand. And at that very moment, you watch as he spills himself onto his hand. You shake your head, walking over to him as Helaena stares at the two of you.

“Pathetic, my king, truly pathetic. I was going to invite you to join us, but since you reached your peak only watching,” you grip his face in one of your hands, squeezing his cheeks, “Watching is all you shall do.”

Aegon’s jaw drops as you walk back over to Helaena, pulling her into your lap and kissing her again. Helaena moans against your lips as you kiss a trail down her neck, pressing a hot open-mouthed kiss to her throat before descending on one of her nipples, licking and suckling at the tender bud. Helaena’s hands tangle in your hair as you do. She smirks over at Aegon, who is already half-hard again at the sight, hands on his knees as he watches you pleasure his wife rather than him.

You move to interlock yours and Helaena’s legs, allowing your cores to be pressed up against each other. Helaena never imagined doing anything like this, but as you slowly begin to move your hips, rubbing your cunt against hers, she realizes that this gives her more pleasure than her husband’s cock ever has. She moans softly, a sweet, lilting sound, as she begins moving her own hips to meet yours. You pull her into a searing kiss as the two of you continue rubbing against each other, your hand moving to stroke your pearl and then hers before moving to squeeze one of her tits. Helaena lets out a lewd moan into your mouth, her tongue dancing against yours.

You pull back and glance over at Aegon to see that he’s already tugging at his cock furiously, watching the two of you, eyes somewhat glossed over, being so upset at being excluded from this little tryst. The sorry bastard is near tears. You turn back to Helaena, the two of you sharing a secretive little smile as you chase your respective peaks, moving against each other, only the sounds of your moans and Aegon’s filling the room. Helaena buries her face in your neck, kissing it, nipping slightly. You smile to yourself at the sensation, your peak quickly approaching. You feel Helaena’s hips stutter against yours slightly before she falls back onto the bed with a loud gasp, utterly sated. She frowns, realizing you haven’t reached yours yet, but you shush her, resting a finger on her lips.

“I’ll have your brother finish me off, my queen, worry not. Rest your head,” you purr, kissing her softly before beckoning Aegon over with a finger. The man practically runs over to you, ready to fuck you, but you shake your head, “No. I’ll have you use one of your toys.”

Helaena watches with awe as Aegon obeys you, walking over to grab one of the toys he’s used on you and had you use on yourself, moving it inside your cunny deftly, watching as your breasts bounce each time you grind down against it. You reach your peak soon enough and he sets the toy aside, watching as you and Helaena embrace each other. You give him a pitying look.

“Come, my king, lay with us.”

Aegon eagerly lays down beside you, Helaena on your other side, pressing a kiss to your shoulder as the three of you fall asleep.

NSFW Visuals ➢ House of the Dragon

synopsis :: various smutty scenarios & nsfw twitter links

includes: Aegon ii Targaryen, Aemond Targaryen, Jacaerys Velaryon, & Helaena Targaryen

warning(s): NO MINORS!!, smut, straight up porn, sinful really

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Two Souls, Entwined

summary: dreams & dirty talk || helaena has been plagued with visions; things between her and her lady in waiting finally reach a boiling point

pairing: helaena targaryen x f!reader

warnings: mature/explicit, 18+ (minors dni!), no use of y/n, afab reader, wlw, mutual pining, angst but happy ending, dry humping, breast/nipple play, dirty talk but make it poetic and loving, slight aegon slander i broke my own heart, i love helaena sm, there needs to be more content for her i love her, let me know if i missed anything!!

word count: 4.1k

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Helaena sighs when she opens her eyes and blinks, disoriented by the early morning light, her head still clouded with sleep. 

“Your friend is not a friend yet not your foe…” She whispers to the emptiness of her chambers, the cryptic phrase a familiar one now as it had been making its home in her head for the past few weeks. 

Sitting up with a groan, she pauses at the edge of her bed, staring blankly ahead as the cloudy figures from her dream seem to swirl around her still. She was growing frustrated with the shadowy shapes, as much as she hated to admit it – she did not often enjoy her dreams, they often brought news of unpleasant tidings, secrets that she alone seemed expected to bear, but for the past few weeks her dreams had been… pleasant. Joyous, in fact. Yet they seemed much further away than the others, only revealing small slivers of information to her night after night. 

She smiles softly as she gives one last glance out the window before padding over to the vanity in her chambers, determined to brush out her hair before the maids have the chance, they were always too rushed and hurried. Her mind drifts back to her dream as she runs a comb through her fair hair; lately, this mysterious dream seemed to be the only thing she could focus on for very long. 

The figure in it seemed so familiar, moving around her as if it was an old friend, someone safe. She sighed again as she thought, blushing despite herself as she recalled her latest vision, remembering how the shadow had moved about her, as if in a courting dance, before it leaned in closely, though if it were for a kiss or to whisper a secret she didn’t know. 

“Your friend is not a friend yet not your foe.” She repeats, as if the repeating will somehow reveal more. 

It puzzles her greatly, the feelings of safety mixed with distinct romantic desire, a deep wanting from somewhere within her. There aren’t many people she even feels safe around, and even less so those she’d ever felt romantic longing for, and a much shorter list followed of people who had ever felt romantic longing for her. She feels secure around her mother, of course, and grandsire and her precious younger brothers, but she cannot help but wrinkle her nose with disgust at the thought of romantic intent with any of them.

She blinks, setting her hairbrush down and biting her lip as she thinks. I feel safe with Aegon, she ponders, brows knitting together, He’s never given me a reason to not feel safe but… She sighs, not bothering to finish the thought. She was well aware her marriage was one of politics, not of love. She remembers there had been whispers of many suitors when she’d finally come of age; everyone from Aegon and Aemond to her half-sister’s bastard sons had been considered, and though Helaena appreciated some more than others… she didn’t desire any of them. 

Before she can help herself, her blue eyes flit over her own curves as she gazes at herself in the mirror, wishing, as she had so many times before, that she could reach out and feel her own reflection – feel a mirrored twin with similar soft skin and supple flesh. She wishes that soft, delicate fingers could touch her as well; she had grown tired of rough, battle worn touches long ago. 

Someone I feel safe with and feel romantic longing for, she thinks again, blinking rapidly as a familiar face immediately springs to mind yet again, just as it had every time she’d pondered this mystery for the last few weeks, only growing more frustrated. It can’t be, she’d decided that long ago, long before this vision began. 

But...

The Gods only ever seemed to show her visions that were assured, that would come to fruition, one way or another. Maybe… maybe that meant that y–

No, she thought, locking eyes with her reflection, Don’t be ridiculous. 

She smiles as she hears her chamber doors opening, at the same time they do every morning, and turns around on the ornate, cushioned chair at her vanity, her eyes locking with your familiar ones as you waltz it. 

“Good morning, Princess,” her heart beats a mite faster at the sound of your voice, at the bright smile that graces your lips as you stride to her, “I trust you slept well?”

“Good morning, sweet friend,” she greets you brightly, standing and pulling you into a hug as she did every day, “I did, quite peacefully, actually. And you?” She asked, trying to ignore the small voice that longed to hold you more closely, as she did everyday. 

“I did as well,” your hand lingers in hers for a moment as she steps away, sitting back at her vanity as the maids arrive, instantly fluttering around the two of you like a kaleidoscope of butterflies, “After we break fast, would you like to come to the gardens with me?”

Helaena merely nods, though inside she buzzes, her heart fluttering like a bird’s wings. 

I would follow you into the Seven Hells, she longs to say. 

You wake with a small start, your hand instantly flying to your lips. You could swear they still tingle for a second from when she’d kissed you, just before you’d woken up. Blushing, you glance around your chambers, as if there would be anyone else there, and finding them empty leaves you both relieved and disappointed all at once. 

Sighing, you slide off of your plush bed and walk over to your small vanity and use the small wash basin to splash water on your face. A small thrill shoots up your spine as you glance over your shoulder in the mirror, knowing from the position of the light filtering through your windows that it’s nearly time to go find your friend. 

Friend.

It’s a funny word, you think, not one you would have imagined assigning to the princess all the many years ago when you’d arrived at King’s Landing, young and eager to be a lady in waiting for Helaena. You can’t help the smile that blooms on your lips each time you think of her, your quiet, captivating princess. You meet your own gaze in the mirror and frown, looking at yourself in the way a disappointed parent would look at a child. 

Not yours, you chide, like repeating it over and over would make it hurt any less, Not yours, not yours, not yours. 

Sighing yet again, you rise from your spot at the vanity and quickly grab your robes, eager to escape your own thoughts. 

“This one is the iphiclides podalirius,” Helaena says, her voice soft as she marvels at the delicate butterfly perched on the back of her hand, “More commonly called the scarce swallowtail, I believe. It’s truly remarkable, normally they don’t travel this far north, though I’m told they’re a common sight in the gardens of Sunspear.”

“Then we are quite lucky to see it,” you smile, setting your embroidery hoop on the bench beside you as you study the yellow and black striped insect, though your eyes seem to drift to the princess on their own; you can’t help but smile as you see the way her beautiful sapphire eyes light up as she examines the small creature, “It’s very beautiful.”

Like you, you think, swallowing down the words. 

“Would you like to hold her?” Helaena asks, looking at you hopefully. 

As always, you nod, aware that you were the only one who seemed to entertain her fascination with insects and plants. Selfishly, you liked that. 

Slowly and carefully, Helaena guides the butterfly onto the back of your hand; the two of you sitting close together, close enough for your shoulders to press together. A giggle leaves you at the feel of the insect's feet on your skin, so small and light, like tiny, faint kisses.  

“Perhaps she was drawn to the hydrangeas,” the princess muses, “Those are new this year, though I suppose any of the other very colorful plants would spark her fancy as well, like the lilac or poppies or…”

It takes you a second to notice that she’s gone quiet next to you and you finally tear your gaze away from the butterfly, frowning slightly when you see the look on her face, her blue eyes hazy and unfocused as they flit back and forth like she’s watching figures you cannot see. 

“Princess?” You ask softly, reaching out to take her hand, only halfway aware of the butterfly fluttering away, “Helaena?” You ask again, a bit louder, gripping her hand tighter. 

“Your friend is not a friend yet not your foe…” She whispers, so faintly that the words scarcely leave her lips. Your frown only deepens, your eyebrows knitting together as you shake your head, trying to make sense of her words. 

“What?” You ask softly, used to hearing her mutter odd phrases but seeing her in a trance was something altogether different, “Helaena? Should I go fetch the maester?” You don’t know why you ask her, not expecting a response. 

The figure danced in front of her again, clouded in darkness, though instead of feeling cold and empty like the dark so often did to her, these shadows hugged Helaena like a blanket. 

She blinked, and suddenly everything changed, becoming clear as if she’d blinked away tears. The clarity was startling for a second as the edges of the figure sharpened before her, still leaning toward her as if it meant to whisper an amorous secret.

Finally, her eyes focused and in that moment, she felt as if she could be knocked over by the air current made from the flittery wings of a butterfly. 

You. 

It was you, just as she’d always suspected, standing before her as if you’d always been there. 

Your friend is not a friend yet not your foe. The phrase repeats in her mind like a mantra as she stares at you, marveling at the way you stare at her. 

Like she’s precious, something to be fawned over. Something to be… loved? 

Her heart hammers wildly in her chest as she reaches out, her fingers finally skimming over your cheek. 

She could cry, perhaps she is crying, she doesn’t know. The only thing she’s sure of is that this feels so right, like a puzzle piece within her has finally shifted and slotted into place. 

Just as it crosses her mind to lean in and kiss you, the vision falls away, words echoing in her mind as the gardens come back into focus.

Not a friend. 

Not a friend.

Not a friend.

Yet...

Not a foe. 

“Helaena, please!” You beg, urgency coating your voice as you lean in closer, closer than you’d ever dared before, praying to see some spark of recognition in the princess’s eyes. 

Suddenly, she seems to come back to herself, gasping as you jump back away from her, startled. 

“Oh!” She breathes, blinking a couple times before her blue eyes finally fix themselves on you, “I’m so sorry, I don’t… I don’t know what came over me.”

You shake your head quickly, moving back toward her and taking her hands in yours once more, your heart twisting as you notice them trembling slightly. “There’s no need to apologize, I’m just happy you’re alright.” 

The two of you sit in silence for a moment, Helaena staring at you in a way that makes your cheeks heat up, as if she’s seeing you for the first time, before she seems to catch herself and look away, much to your disappointment. 

“Was that one of your dreams?” You ask softly, looking down to where her hand rests within yours. 

“Yes.” She says simply, her eyes locked on the way your fingers overlap hers as she desperately tries to ignore the voice in her head telling her to enterwine them. 

“What did you see?” You ask, catching her gaze again. There’s a fire in her eyes now that makes you shiver. 

She’s quiet for a moment, neither of you so much as breathing as you stare at each other – the princess looking at you so intently you wonder if she’s trying to hear your thoughts. You pray she can’t. 

“Nothing of importance,” she says finally, pulling her hands away and standing from the bench suddenly, “They’re just shapes, really. Fuzzy things.”

“Alright,” you smile as you stand with her, picking up your embroidery hoop from where it had been abandoned at your side, “If you ever wish to discuss them, I would be more than happy to listen.” You tell her, desperately wanting to hold on to whatever moment you had just shared with her. 

She merely nods with a small, soft smile and holds her arm out for you to take, “Let’s go, we don’t want to be late for supper.” 

The fire warming your skin from the hearth in Helaena’s chambers normally felt cozy and inviting, but tonight the heat of it was stifling as the two of you sit in silence. Each of you is presumably working on an embroidery piece, although the atmosphere feels more like that of a stalemate with each passing moment. 

You can feel her looking at you, sneaking glances every minute or so. You imagine she can probably feel the same, perhaps that’s why she keeps looking your way, because you can’t seem to keep your eyes off her either. 

Finally, the tension in the room seems to boil over and you can’t take it anymore; your fingers dig into the wood of your embroidery hoop as you gather the courage to speak. 

“Have I… Are you cross with me?” 

“Pardon?” The princess asks, jumping a bit before laying her hoop at her side, her eyes wide as she looks at you unabashedly now. 

“You, well, you keep looking at me. I just, I’m hoping I haven’t offended you in some way.” You chance a glance at Helaena and quickly do a double take, heart clenching in your chest when you see that she looks as if she’s about to cry. 

“You haven’t,” she breathes, shaking her head emphatically, locks of pale hair cascading down her shoulders as she does, “I simply… I was considering the dreams I’ve been having, the one I had earlier today.” 

“But what does that have to do with me?” 

“You’ve been in them!” She says suddenly, loudly, like she has to force out the words. 

“What?” You blink. 

She sighs heavily and swallows, wringing her hands on her lap. “You were in them. You have been for weeks.” 

You wonder if the princess can hear your heart beating rapidly in your chest as you blink, silently praying to whichever of the Gods may be listening that Helaena’s dreams and your dreams were not somehow intertwined. In the back of your mind, you knew your pleas were useless. 

Your mouth opens and closes a few times like a fish that’s been plucked from the water before you finally find your voice, “What… what am I doing in them?” Your whole body buzzes, fearing the answer and desperately needing it all at once. 

The princess hesitates, you want to scream as you can all but see her weighing her options in her mind before she finally, finally speaks. 

“Courting me, kissing me.” 

A small withering, wounded noise passes your lips at her words. You feel dizzy, the room spinning as you feel as though the entire world is crashing down around you while at the same time, it’s as if a mountain’s worth of weight has been lifted from your shoulders. 

“And your visions… they only show things already fated to occur?” You feel frozen as you ask, not a muscle in your body moving. You know the answer even as the question leaves your lips, but you need to hear her say it. 

Helaena sighs and shakes her head, a frown cutting across her pretty face, “That’s why it’s frustrating,” she bites, spitting the words like the mere act of explaining is painful, “This one cannot come to pass, I do not understand why I see it…”

She keeps speaking, talking through her annoyance, but the sound of your own blood pumping wildly through your veins blocks out her words. 

No, your head pounds as you silently scream, No, no, no! Please, just let me explain, give me a chance, I’ll do any—

A loud sob cuts through your thoughts; the world seems to wrench its way back to you as you look at the princess, eyes widening when you see the tears flowing down her flushed cheeks. 

“You could never truly wish to…” She says slowly, brokenly, words fading like she can’t even bear to say them. 

“I do.” The words feel punched from your chest like you’re holding your heart out to the open air.

Helaena’s ocean eyes cut to yours as her breath hitches, the both of you not daring to move a muscle as you sit together on the small sofa in her chambers; the fire crackling in the hearth is the only indication that time has not ceased to exist. 

You aren’t sure who moves first, maybe the Gods have threaded the two of you together so tightly that you move as one, you can’t be sure. 

But her lips are on yours. 

And her hands cup your cheeks as yours scramble to fit around her waist, four hands poised on a knife’s edge. 

You sigh against each other, pulled together like a knot in a thread, and you gasp as you find yourselves pressed together, chest to chest.

Finally, you part for air, panting together as you stare, foreheads pressed together. 

“Princess—“

“You love me?” She asks, swiping a thumb over your cheek; it’s only then you realize you’re crying. 

“Yes,” you breathe, your hands grip her tighter, pulling her impossibly closer to you, “And you?” 

“Yes,” she echos, her thighs slotting over one of yours as she climbs atop your lap, “You are my heart beating out of my body.” 

Her words zap through you and your heart twists in your chest as your hands clamber against her, your lips press against hers again urgently. Twin moans, muffled into each other's mouths, sound between you as your hands cup her rear, pressing her more urgently against you. 

“You are beautiful,” you sigh, hands grabbing at her plush curves through the silk fabric of her skirts, “You’re so soft and —“ 

“Warm,” she breathes, moaning into the column of your neck as her lips move against your skin, “You’re so warm, my love, like the sun.” 

My love. The pet name sends a shiver down your spine as the two of you move together, pressing kisses against whatever patches of skin you can find, rocking together instinctually. The firmness of her thigh presses deliciously against your center, your skirts rucked up enough to bare your smallclothes, which press welty against your core. 

You gasp, pressing a kiss to the princess’s collarbone as her hips move tantalizingly on your thigh, the warmth between her legs nearly suffocating as you whimper and sign against each other’s soft skin. 

“I have always loved you,” you confess, nearly coming undone as she begins tugging at the ties at the bosom of your gown, her hands shaking as she pulls them loose, “Always, from the first moment I saw you.”

She makes a noise between a moan and sob as she finally tugs your bodice loose, and you whimper as her lithe fingers ghost over your breasts, causing your back to arch into her touch. “I’ve always loved you too,” she sighs as her soft hands cup your chest, kneading the flesh in her palms, “I always wanted to court you, marry you, I,” her voice breaks off in a faint, high-pitched whine as you finally manage to unbutton the bodice of her gown, she savors the feel of your lips and hands against her breasts for a moment more before continuing, “Gods, I wished to bed you, I’ve always longed to know what you would feel like, how sweet you’d taste.”

Her confessions nearly make you weep as you kiss over the fat of her breasts, keening into her supple skin as she delicately pinches at your nipples, “I have only ever thought of you, my sweet princess,” your chest heaves as you speak, your words muffled as you lick over her nipple, “When I sleep, when I wake, when I–” The words stick in your throat as you freeze, peering up at her through your lashes, somehow still impossibly afraid of going too far, or too fast, or too anything. 

“When you what?” She asks, her voice so soft and sweet as she stares down at you, her fingers digging into your breast and side as her sapphire eyes flit between yours, “Tell me, my love, when you what?” She urges, her hips moving somehow more desperately against yours, only serving to fuel the fire slowly building within you. 

“Gods, when I touch myself,” you whisper, shuddering as she lets out a breathy moan above you, “When I peak, sweet princess, I think only of you.” Your confession ends in a sharp gasp as she angles you backwards, anchoring you to her with an arm wrapped tightly around your waist. Her lips trail down your neck and collarbone before finally, she presses firm, fiery kisses to your breast, panting as she wraps her petal pink lips around your nipple and sucks, pressing her thigh more firmly against your center as she does. 

“I think only of you too,” she breathes, blue eyes fluttering up to yours as your hands tangle in her pale locks, “Every time I touch myself, I dream of you,” she mumbles around your breast, her touch all but burning into you as she kisses across your chest before mouthing at the other side, “When my brother beds me, it is you I see, my precious lady.”

You practically sob as her admission sends you reeling, each cell in your body bursting like lightning from a stormcloud as you peak. You’re useless to do much else other than tremble in her hold as shivers travel in currents down your spine, your smallclothes no doubt ruined as your center clenches frantically at nothing, your pearl so taut and achy as it twitches against the princess’s thigh. 

You don’t waste a second when your high subsides, moving frantically as you push Helaena back, slotting yourself perfectly atop her, pressing your thigh between her legs like it’s the last thing you’ll ever do. Your skirts fan out around your bodies, blanketing your forms in a soft sea of silk, your bare chests pressed tightly together as you rut against her, needing to see her awash with pleasure more than you need breath in your lungs. 

“My love, my sweet princess,” you sigh into her mouth, your tongues swirling together as she all but cries beneath you, her hands digging possessively into your waist, “I am yours, my love, until the end of my days.” You swear, pressing your thigh tightly against her center, and your heart soars as she finally shatters in your grasp.

You watch, enraptured, as she peaks; mesmerized at the blush that blooms on her skin, at the way her blue eyes roll back as her eyes flutter closed, at how her breasts heave as she sucks in desperate breaths. The sounds she makes seem to pierce into your soul, each whimper and moan and cry ripping away parts of you until your heart is stripped bare, beating only for her. 

The two of you lay in a heady silence for many moments, the only sounds being your soft, panting breaths as you each come down and the ever-present crackle sounding from the hearth. 

“Your friend is not a friend yet not your foe.” Helaena whispers, her voice raspy as she speaks.

“Pardon?” You ask, pulling back from her embrace just enough to meet her gaze.

“That phrase,” she explains, her eyes glimmering in the firelight as a smile steadily blossoms on her pink lips, “I kept hearing it, in my dreams about you.”

You stay silent, tracing soft circles on her soft skin, leaving room for her to continue.

“I wasn’t sure at first, but now I see.”

“Hm?”

You aren’t my friend, the Gods spoke truthfully,” she beams, radiating joy as she studies your face, “You’re my love.”

Her statement is simple, but it makes you smile all the same as you press a sweet kiss to her lips.

“Yes,” you nod, pulling back to meet her eyes as you lay a hand over her heart, “Always.”

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✧The gentleness of your love✧

{you give Helaena a gift}

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The gardens of the red keep are the only place in kings landing where you feel at somewhat peace, where you’re not weighed down by politics, it’s the only place where you and Helaena can love freely without the prying eyes of the court.

You watch in admiration as the Princess Helaena scans the pages of her encyclopedia, how her face lights up when she turns to a page about her favorite little critter or how she smiles gently as she reads new information, you couldn't help the slight stutter of your loved filled heart as you took in her beauty, the way her hair framed her pretty face, how her skin glows beneath the afternoon sun and the gold that was woven through her blue dress brought out the color of her eyes, you sigh lovingly, how can someone be so perfect?

"Good afternoon Princess Helaena" you tease bowing at her as she chuckles at you softly, rolling her eyes at your silly antics.

You were highborn yourself, and your house has supported house Targaryen for generations you had grown up in the red keep as a result of this and you often found yourself thanking the gods, old and new, for granting you with such luck because without it you would have never met your lovely Helaena.

"Good afternoon my butterfly" she smiles gently as you take a seat next to her on the blanket she had neatly placed down over the lush grass, the princess leans into your side placing a quick shy kiss on your cheek before quickly busing herself with her book.

“No need to be shy now Helaena” you giggle tucking a stray piece of her soft blond hair behind her ear as your thumb gently grazes her pink cheeks, “No one is around” you whisper as she leans into your touch.

Helaena doesn’t mind it, your gentleness has always brought her much comfort, so she finds herself filled with want and desire when your lips finally find hers, so much so that she pulls you closer, she doesn’t want to let go, ever.

However the kiss comes to a soft end, the both of you smiling widely with pure joy, “Before I forget— I had a jeweler make this, for you” you softly whisper suddenly feeling awfully bashful as pull the small velvet bag you kept hidden beneath the many layers of your dress.

“You didn’t have to” she giggles as you insist, urging her to open the small purple bag, you watch as her nimble fingers pull the string open how she ever so carefully takes out the Valyrian steel necklace, gasping softly at the butterfly that adorns the chain and the beautiful blue Larimar gemstone that sits within the wings of the insect.

You smile as she gently caresses the charm between her thumb and forefinger, “It’s beautiful— thank you dearly” she whispers as you shuffle closer to her, telling her how happy it made you happy to see her smile, “Would you?” She asks handing you the necklace.

“I would be glad to my dear love” you take the butterfly necklace from her warm hands as you move to sit behind her, gently moving her hair to one side of her shoulder bed draping the Valyrian steel around her neck gently, your fingers grazing against her skin ever so slightly as goosebumps raided her skin, closing the clasp you sit in front of Haleana, and suddenly your breath catches in your throat.

The way the steel shines in the afternoon sun, how the blue of gemstone in the shape of a butterfly glows against her collar bones bringing the beautiful color of her eyes out, she’s so ethereal it makes you completely breathless, you can’t help but feel a little flustered at the sight of your beloved Haleana.

“You are simply breathtaking my lovely” you gush kissing her pink cheeks, her hands coming to cup your face.

“As are you my butterfly” she smiles giddily at you before enclosing her lips on yours, bringing you into a sweet heavenly kiss.

She lays down on the blanket, her head resting against your lap as she hands you the book she was reading, “Read to me?” She asks with a hopeful look in her eyes.

“As you wish Princess,” you say taking the book from her and reading about all types of facts about different insects, here in the gardens of the red keep everything is perfect, no bother with politics just your love for each other.

If the people of the faith looked down on your and Helaena’s love then why did the gods make it so sweet?

The gardens of the red keep are the only place in kings landing where you feel at somewhat peace, where you’re not weighed down by politics, it’s the only place where you and Helaena can love freely without the prying eyes of the court.

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☾⋆AN/ I’m currently reading fire and blood and it’s a lot.

Anyway I think Helaena is so interesting I hope they explain more of her character next season because she’s amazing!! Hope you enjoy~~ <3

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