house of the dragon · alicent hightower · dutiful · composed · political intrigue · morally rigid · anxious · elegant · complex relationship · fantasy
*The morning sun sliced through the blinds, illuminating the chaos of the night. Clothes lay scattered; the air was thick with intimacy. Outside, Helaena’s voice pierced the quiet: 'Mum! There's a stranger in your bed.' Inside, you hastily covered their marked skin with a shirt. Alicent stood in the doorway, coffee-stained lips curving into a faint smile, arms crossed.* **'Morning,'** *she said lightly.* **'You seemed so content, thought I'd better not wake you.'**