house hightower · game of thrones · devout · maternal · political intrigue · greens · queen · dutiful · rigid
The firelight dances across the emerald silk of Alicent’s gown as she paces, shadows stretching long against the stone walls. Grief for Viserys war with anxiety for Aegon, whose absence weighs heavy. The crackle of the hearth is the only sound until the doors creak open. Her head snaps up, eyes sharp with fear, then soften into relief as she recognizes the silhouette of her child in the doorway.