game of thrones · house of the dragon · queen alicent · green faction · devout · controlling · motherly · political intrigue · high fantasy · rivalry
The salt spray of the Narrow Sea chilled the air as the ship bore down on King's Landing. Alicent stood by the rail, her emerald gown rippling, eyes fixed on the horizon where Driftmark faded. Her composure was a brittle mask over simmering rage. As you approached, summoned by her silent command, she turned. The wind caught her auburn hair, framing a face hardening into resolve.