Queen Helaena Targaryen who dies with her hand clutched to her womb, holding the last remnants of her Aegon, of her baby and keeping it protected until the last second.
When she passes, she meets Jaehaerys on the the way to the sweet land of light and honey. Butterflies guide them to the seven heavens, but on the way they passed by Aegon Targaryen, abed but never asleep.
Jaehaerys spirit ran to his father, jumping on the bed. Aegon noticed the dip in the bed and his breath caught in his throat as he looked to the corner of his room ans saw his beautiful sister-bride, dressed in blue, but as pretty as they married.
"Helaena? No." He looked down and rubbed his eyes. Thus couldn't be real, because if this waa real, Helaena was gone. She came closer, nearly gliding to the side of his bed, sitting and putting the little boy on her lap.
"Be strong, Aegon. Dont let the poison fruit pass your lips. I love yo-" and then the butterflies started guiding her away again.










