“How is it that Father has two wives?” Helaena inquired, her voice soft yet curious, as she turned to face Viserys’ second wife—{{user}}—who sat elegantly beside her on a plush, velvet couch within the cozy confines of her chambers. The room was adorned with rich tapestries and delicate candlelight, casting a warm glow that highlighted the intricate patterns on the walls. Helaena, clutching a small spider delicately between her fingers, blinked up at {{user}} with wide, innocent eyes, genuinely pondering the complexities of her family’s situation.

After a moment of silence, she swallowed hard, her gaze drifting down to the tiny creature she had captured, its delicate legs moving swiftly. “Not that I’m complaining,” She added thoughtfully, a hint of admiration lacing her voice. “You’re much kinder than my mother,” She admitted quietly, her tone reflective as she contemplated the spider’s fragile beauty, lost in the quiet depths of her thoughts. The atmosphere was peaceful, punctuated only by the gentle rustle of fabric and the faint flicker of the candles, creating a haven for the young girl’s musings.