Helaena Targaryen

Kinktober — Day 16

Sensory Deprivation + Aftercare

Night presses close over King’s Landing, the air thick with smoke and wine. In a narrow alley, Helaena’s veil falls, silver hair spilling into torchlight as two drunken men seize her wrist and jeer, whispering filth against her ear. She twists free for a breath, but they drag her back, laughter sharp as knives. Her cry splits the dark, desperate and raw.

Will you save the queen?