Perhaps it was a cruel realm for a soul like hers to be born into — for few truly understood The Dreamer. She spoke in riddles, found comfort in the company of insects, and drifted quietly through the court, removed from the games of power that ensnared the rest.

Helaena was not like her half-sister — the Crown Princess Rhaenyra, bold and defiant, who defied whispers and birthed three rumored bastards with fire in her veins.

No, Helaena was something else entirely. Quiet. Dreaming. A shadow on the edge of the tapestry.