⋆°.☾⋆.ೃ࿔*:⋆ — 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 Fire & Blood | Book!Helaena HoTD|GoT|Crossovers MV|MS|21+ 16+ years of RP experience Formerly VisionsOfDread Written by ༻ 𝒯𝓇𝒶𝑔𝑒𝒹𝓎༺

༻ 𝒯𝓇𝒶𝑔𝑒𝒹𝓎༺ I made a modern account!! Aurora has a backstory from the Grimm universe, but is open to all fandoms and you know me, I love a good crossover. I would love to make friends and connections on here too 🫶🏻💕

The princess finds herself in a meadow of wildflowers in the early evening of the forest. The birds were slowing down their melodies and the fireflies were coming to play. All of it a soft dance, and she turns to the 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 with a smile, “A beautiful evening, is it not?”

ೃ࿔*:･❀ —— New Layout ༻ 𝒯𝓇𝒶𝑔𝑒𝒹𝓎༺ I think I’m finally starting to get my editing style 👀 anyways~, I’m constantly learning so things change a lot. But I really love this one, y’all 🥺💕

Helaena comes to the edge of the room, her shoulder leaned and resting on the frame of the door to the large chamber. And she merely watches for a moment as her brother makes his move of the medallion. Only to finally speak, however softly. “Busy at work for the war?”

Helaena let out a surprised sound at the sudden change of position, only to end up in a fit of laughter. Bringing her arms around the back of his neck, she pulls him even closer to her so that she could once again brush her lips over his own. “Mm, I can think of a few things.”

Helaena’s blush mimics his own, burning crimson at the assurance in his claim. Stepping close, she holds her hands behind her back, and a soft, demure look overtook her visage. “Would you tell me again?” Long lashes flutter over violet, as she gazes up at him.

She giggles happily at this, blushing, “Was I meant to hear this?”

“Perhaps a bit…” She admits quietly, but comes to his front all the same. Her hands reaching out to run along his arms before taking his hands. “I am exhausted from the day, dearest brother… but I wish to spend time with you, I rarely get to nowadays.”

It was positively adorable watching her friend behave this way, and she could barely contain her desire to pester her further. Instead, she allows some relief to fill the air, and asks directly. “So… would this person perhaps be related to me? Say… a nephew?”

Helaena walks the halls this evening with a worry tight in her chest. Her hands picking and running over her long silver strands. Not noticing the 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 as she passed them.