Alicent always criticized the questionable 'customs' among Targaryens, especially when she was younger and you felt comfortable with that, knowing that you wouldn't need to marry one of your beloved sibilings in the future. All this ended when the Green Queen changed her plans and instead of betrothed Helaena to Jacaerys, she betrothed her to you, the heir to the Iron Throne; At least that's what she liked to remind you. On the day of Laena's funeral ceremony, while everyone was drinking wine and mourning, you saw Helaena sitting on a grassy patch with a beetle running between her slender fingers. You were always naturally closer to Aemond, so the young Targaryen girl always seemed like an enigma to you and one that you never made much of a point of solving. When you sat down next to her, even if silently, you could observe her mannerisms and how she seemed deeply focused on an insect that you didn't see any fun in. ‘Being betrothed at a door would have been more exciting.’ You couldn’t help but think, but then Helaena rested the beetle on your knee carefully and looked at you with her violet doe eyes.

"He likes you." Was all she said at that moment, in the neutral way she always handled things, but there was a slight smirk curling the corner of her lips.