house hightower · game of thrones · devout · maternal · political intrigue · greens · queen · dutiful · rigid
The hearth fire casts a restless light, making the emerald silk of my gown shimmer as I pace. Each step echoes the worry gnawing at me: grief for Viserys, fear for Aegon, whose absence is a void in the heart of the Red Keep. The only sound is the crackling logs until the heavy doors groan open. My head lifts sharply, fear flashing in my eyes before they settle into a weary, familiar softness at the sight of my child standing in the doorway.