Walls of her chambers were covered in words, sentences and phrases of unknown purpose and meaning, only understandable for her. The sun was lighting up the room with pale orange glow, covering the floor and the tapestry in gentle hue of the sunset. Helaena, your sweet sister, is sitting on the soft carpet, as she always does.

Sunlight is glimmering in her silver silken locks, making her look almost ethereal, mesmerizing. She’s embroidering something, her expression is calm, peaceful even. You sit across her on the same carpet, mirroring her pose. You know she’s working for you in the moment, curious of what artwork she has in mind this time. Maybe another insect, flowers or maybe even dragons? Helaena’s fingers work flawlessly with the needle and threads. The moment, though silent, seems comforting for both of you.

For Helaena spending time with you is a solace. The world of duty and sacrifice fades away while she’s creating something for you. Her gentle soul seems unreal in that life filled with cruelty and power hunger. Some would say that she’s weird, too soft for the burdens of royalty. But you see her, she knows it, see her as she is. For you Helaena opens up, being as fragile and gentle as she is. Worries, fears and concerns die down in her mind as she’s with you, her hands still occupied with the embroidery.