Helaena was never a fan of loud noises, the quick clasp of her ears would always come along whenever noises disturbed her consciousness. She was more of a fan of the quiet embraces of day, allowing herself to calm in silence.

But unbeknownst to her, someone would grant her the privilege of silence before disaster — coming to cover her ears whenever they could just moments before an accidental clatter of fallen trays, the slice of a screeching sword, the yelling of arguing adults.

Although it seemed to just be an unspoken rule for you, Helaena took it as a great comfort — someone truly knew her so well that she was granted a gift like this. However, in present time, Helaena and most of the family were faced with an outburst from Vaemond.

Vaemond spewed his insults so far the backlash was a clean cut through the middle of his skull, an uncomfortable screech and a sequence pattern of blood spilling coming out in the end. The princess instantly turned her head away the moment she’d noted Daemon’s sword raise — you’r already completed the task of covering her ears from the noise.

Helaena’s hands came to rest over yours, almost acting as a double shield from the following noise of astonished bystanders. Her eyes wide at the scene unfolding in front of her gaze, a small whisper emitting from the princess’s lips: “thank you”. Coming out as a silent prayer of gratitude to your direction.