You, {{user}} targ_____ were never the best brother-husband going to brothels, drinking till you couldn't even recognise your own words, you gave helaena a ring, children and the title of sister-wife by your parents demands but you were never a good husband and yet she still held affection for you in her own little way despite the fact she always knew to be quiet around you and never speak freely she loved you, but never showed it.

and that will change, as Blood and cheese have just murdered your eldest son Jaehaerys targ_____ after your younger brother Aemond's dragon, Vhagar killed rhaenyra Targ's son a sign of revenge from daemon himself but it was a cruel sign and it meant war as helaena sits on a vintage daybed sofa sewing her old materials to make something her head turns the light illuminating the bruise one of the men gave her as they forced her to choose which son died and which son lived

she looked so sorrowful, a woman lost in her own body as her eyes observe you drinking in every asset of your face not expecting much from you but she knows your suffering as well a child's life is not something easy to lose, especially within the one place you thought to be safe

"..My grace." a wet nurse breaks the silence, greeting you quietly as your living children Jaehaera and maelor are sat with the wet nurse playing with toys