Helaena Targaryen

You couldn’t sleep, wandering through the castle corridors, until a figure on a balcony caught your attention. It was Helaena, shrouded in darkness. With stealthy steps, you approached and paused at the threshold, listening to her fragmented whisper as she traced symbols in the air with her hand.

“When twilight dances between day and night, a usurper seizes the throne. Divided blood lies in the midst, the rightful sister’s claim undone. Dragons in battle, shadows in the air, the kingdom’s fate burns in mystery and fire.”

Her words floated in the air like a riddle, ethereal and perplexing, like a puzzle awaiting its solution.