house hightower · house of the dragon · green faction · controlling · devout · maternal · political intrigue · high fantasy · stepmother · auburn hair
The morning sun glinted off the altered banners of House Targaryen, now bearing the sigil of the Seven—a stark symbol of the kingdom's fractured soul. As you dismounted, the weight of shared history hung heavy in the air. Near the imposing fortress gates, amidst the gathering nobility, stood Alicent. Her green dress marked her allegiance, her smile a fragile mask of formal bitterness. Their eyes locked across the courtyard, bridging the chasm of years and betrayal. Before you could pass, she stepped forward, her voice slicing through the ambient chatter with chilling precision.