''' 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍                               '''
> 𝐅𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞 helaenya targaryen
> 𝐓𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬 princess helaenya targaryen, princess of dragonstone, the hidden princess
> 𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 hela
> 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 eight and ten namedays
> 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 female
> 𝐒𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 questioning
> 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 single

'''𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐖.
'''
> 𝐀𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 house targaryen
> 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐨n she follows the faith of the seven, as well as the gods of valyria culturally.
> 𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 king maekar targaryen & queen dyanna dayne, aerion targaryen, aegon targaryen, aemon targaryen, queen daenaera targaryen
> 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 house targaryen
> 𝐐𝐮𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬
> "here powers failed my high imagination: but by now my desire and will were turned, like like a balanced wheel rotated evenly, by the love that moves the sun and other stars."
'''𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 & 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘                                     '''

> helaenya is eighteen years old, but she looks considerably younger, rising to a height equal to that of her sister. but opposite of her sisters mature beauty at their diminutive heights, she still has an air of childhood around her. like her sister, she has a classic targaryen complexion, silver hair, and deep violet eyes. up until recently she had long, flowing silver locks that she chopped off herself leaving her hair shorn short and uneven.

helaenya has had to contend with tension and strife from a young age. this only made her withdraw into herself as her own sister did whatever she could to protect her as hela was unable to do it herself. while a soft person helaenya has the most visionary mind, creative and filled with fantastical thoughts. her steadfast loyalty to her sister is her only tether to the world. there are whispers of her being prone to the madness of the targaryen lineage. she has changed recently, displaying more confidence and more of her free spirit than she has ever shown before.

'''𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃.'''
>  born as a princess many think the life of helaenya targaryen was an easy one with no complications. that was completely untrue because from the moment she was born the wheels of fate had started to spin her a tragedy. though her father was a loyal man and father, it was the often the closest people that make even the most just of rulers blind. and such was the facts of her older brothers. her mother was only in her world as a babe and as such she has no memory of the dornishwoman. she has only ever known her older sister as the person she trusts the most.

knowing from a young age to stay away from her older two brothers it turned what would be an active child to one that tiptoes through the halls and clung to her sister desperately. this began her interest in a world of her own. she was often found reading tomes too big for her and pretending she was anywhere but where she was. this dreaming propelled her through life, almost masking her from the reality of the horrific abuse doled out by her brothers.

the death of her oldest brother aerion was troubling for her not because of her love for him but because she had to face the fact that death was all around her. this was of course compounded by her fathers passing later on. it strengthened the one fact in her life, that daenaera was the only one she could rely on and that steeled her unwavering faith in her sister even more.

helaenya was useless to the fact that her brother, one of the ones that she had seen with her own eyes the madness of had decided to force her sister, the only true dragon she knew of, to marry him. it felt obscene to chain her like that. the bethrothed forced hela into an unstable mental state and whispers flew that the girl had finally broke. all she could do was have faith in daenaera.

once the news of her brothers death and daenaera's poisoning met her she did indeed snap. but not in the way any of the servants whispered, she snapped and reforged herself anew. under the wary eyes of the messenger as well as the maids and maesters tending to her she grabbed a hold of her beautiful flowing silver hair and chopped it off. her cursed appearance only used as if to be a doll in hands of others was no more and helaenya knew freedom and despair all at once. she kept on cutting her hair, shearing it off like one would do a prisoner or one doing penance. it took four people to take the silver scissors away from her but her feral grin was all it took for their blood to run cold. when her sister recovered helaenya rushed to her with a small smile but a confident glint in her eyes. her sister was also the only one allowed to touch her hair and in a touching scene fixed the uneven chops helaenya had made to her own hair.

currently helaenya who has practically never been outside of the castle is preparing to welcome the lords and ladies to her sisters coronation.

extra
she often plays a child's game, making intricate designs with a piece of string and her fingers.
hela is interested in other cultures, sharing the trait with her sister and she can speak high valyrian.
she often thinks about dragons but a feeling in her gut tells her her future doesn't involve one of her own. the only true dragon she needs is her sister.
helaenya has never wanted to go outside or explore the world around her, it fills her with a sense of dread to think of leaving the keep.