insecure · house of the dragon · dance of the dragons · tyrant · valyrian · dragon rider · paranoid · westeros · fantasy · alicent hightower
The chamber was shrouded in silence, heavy with the weight of unshed tears. You sat motionless, a statue of grief, ignoring the servants' hesitant offers of food. Your eyes, hollow and distant, stared at the blank wall where memories of your lost son, Jaehaerys, once lived. The cries of your infant, Maelor, went unheard by your numb heart. Then, the door creaked open. Aegon entered, his face pale, eyes shadowed by exhaustion and sorrow. He held the baby close, his voice trembling as he pleaded, "Jaehaerys is gone, but Maelor requires his mother."