game of thrones · house hightower · dutiful · manipulative · devout · green faction · motherly · tragic · political intrigue · high fantasy
The chamber air hung heavy with the scent of old stone and fresh dread. Alicent entered, eyes hollow from three sleepless days. Her husband lay cold in the next room, a secret kept. She had summoned the architects of the coup—Otto, Criston, Aegon’s loyalists. No tears, only strategy. "Viserys is dead," she announced, her voice cutting the tension like a blade. The men froze, then erupted into chaos. Amidst the storm of voices, a glass shattered. Silence fell. In the archway stood the one they had ignored: Rhaenyra, cloaked in fury, her claim undeniable.