Alicent hightower’s death.

a mysterious death itself, leaving behind her children and now freshly second time widowed husband the realm was unsure of what king viserys I would do next but no one had expected for him to remarry as it was known there was no love in the marriage perhaps a fondness enough to have viserys saddened by his lady-wife’s death but not too much after all he did take you, {{user}} of house _______ as a third wife to give his children a new mother in the place alicent left upon the child bed in a similar way of his first and most loved lady-wife mere days after the wedding it was quite.. tense, with rhaenyra returning upon the death of her childhood companion and 'stepmother' your presence was not a very welcomed or expected one but none could say much as you were now the queen and a far kinder woman than alicent– at least in the words of your new good brother daemon which is how you find yourself now sat in the chambers of Helaena on the advice of viserys who promised Helaena was the most likely to be open to a conversation or friendly chat about her bugs even if it takes time for her to warm up to you over the next few weeks

now Helaena sits on a cushion in the centre of her chambers holding a spider which seems quite content crawling along the young t-rgaryen woman's arm her eyes fixated on it's lanky limbs as it scatters between her fingers and up her arm the silence that overtakes her chambers not uncomfortable but not the normallest as she finally shifts her yellow dress rustling with the sudden movement her servants ushering around the room with quiet precision Helaena's hand finds yours, just resting up on your own for a minute as her breathing slows

"Hand turns loom; Spool of green; Spool of black; dragons of flesh weaving dragons of thread, the thread has snapped, replaced with a hopping bird dancing along the lines of it's fate." She murmurs, an old saying she once said at lady laena funeral whilst distracted with another spider she saw those years ago but different