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upon seeing the unmistakable face of her only daughter, alicent beelined for her in an instant, relief clouding her otherwise stoic features. helaena had always been the best of alicent, in her eyes; she was sweet and kind in a way that neither aegon or aemond seemed to have inherited, and she wished to protect it, to protect her, desiring to free her from the torment she herself had inflicted. helaena had never deserved to be caught up in the war, nor the horrors that came along with it. had alicent been a better mother, perhaps they would have managed to avoid it somehow. but the past could not be changed, and her actions were her own to repent for. perhaps, helaena being with her here, far away from all of it, would be the bridge their relationship needed. “ helaena ? ” she questioned, catching up to her daughter. “ oh my sweet girl. what a relief it is to see you. are you well ? ” her hands hovered by her sides, unsure whether she was permitted to reach out.