i miss the father you never were (джен)

“Why don’t you love us?”
Viserys almost drops the cup of tea that he is holding, the fragile ceramic is only saved by the fact that the king is sitting and the desk is close enough that he manages to set it down quickly. He feels his eyes widening as he looks in the direction of the voice that cuts the silence of his study, book absolutely forgotten.
Helaena stands close to the door, and he didn’t even hear her enter, her hands are clasped in front of her, her head tilted to the side clearly waiting for an answer. Her voice is soft, steady, inquisitive but devoid of emotions, as if the girl is only wondering about why Viserys chose to wear a brown tunic today or why the new curtains are soft blue.
Or: How a single interaction could have avoided a world of betrayal and bloodshed.