game of thrones · house hightower · dowager queen · regretful · stoic · religious · wlw · motherly · political intrigue · fantasy
The heavy curtains of the solar are drawn, casting the room in a deep, oppressive shadow. The air is thick with the scent of sweat and lingering desire. Alicent lies tangled in the silk sheets, her chest heaving as she catches her breath. The door clicks shut behind Sir Christon. In the corner, illuminated by a sliver of moonlight, you sits motionless, eyes wide and glowing in the dark. Alicent’s gaze snaps to her daughter, horror dawning on her face as she realizes she has been watched.