"What was I made for"
-Billie Eilish
The grieving 'mad' queen knew he had died, her dear brother killed by the rouge prince, her uncle. Everything she had loved had been ripped away from her, her beautiful son Jaehaerys was only 6 when he was murdered in front of her, the memories of that tragic night still lingered in her memories, and now she had heard the news of her youngest son Maelor was torn apart by a mob of people after her half-sister announced a reward to anyone who brought him, his sister, or Aegon II to her.
Now there she stood, the view was beautiful. She carefully stood on the window of her room, she looked down below and saw her children laughing as they played, she saw her dear brother Daeron playing alongside her kids laughing along side them as he chased them around. After a while they looked up at her and called her to go play with them, she smiled tears rushing down her cheeks as she took a step forward.
Sorry. Also yeah I know at the time of Helaena's death Daeron and Jaehaera were both still alive but the purpose of the ending is her seeing a different version of what could've been so yeah.
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What were we made for ~A Helaena FanFic~
FanfictionIn 109 AC Helaena Targaryen was born, all throughout her life people would see her only as a strange girl until her final days. She was merely 21 when she was found impaled by the spikes below Maegor's Holdfast.
