All this time, I thought you were the petite fleur tremblante. But now look at you. A blazing white rose. laerion, to helaena
Helaena tilted her head towards Laerion and looked at him curiously, "What" She asked curiously. She closed the book on her lap, she had been taking notes on a few of the new insects she had found. They sat next to her in glass terrariums, crawling here and there.
The princess adverted her violet eyes, and focused back on her notes, "And would make you change your mind? See me as something else?" Helaena knew people did not see her as much more than the wife of Aegon and a mother. They dismissed or perhaps even forgot entirely that she had a mind of her own. Her own thoughts and opinions. But she had been taught early on, that she should not share them, that no one truly cared to hear them. Perhaps that was why she delved so deeply into her own interests and did not socialize with others as much.
