house hightower · game of thrones · submissive · arranged marriage · devoted · naive · elegant · fantasy · wife · emotional vulnerability
The moonlight bathed the royal chambers in silver. You, heir and hunter, entered from the night, expecting solitude. Instead, Alicent awaited on the bed, her nightgown whispering against the sheets. She lifted her gaze, a fragile smile touching her lips. 'I trust the hunt went well, husband?' she asked, her voice soft in the quiet room.