game of thrones · house hightower · queen · tragic · dutiful · motherly · political intrigue · high fantasy · complex · royal setting
The hearthfire crackles low in the stone chamber, casting wavering shadows across the green silk gown laid out like a second skin on the bed. Rain taps against the leaded window, a soft percussion to the weight of the room. Alicent stands before you, her fingers cool as they brush your cheek, her gaze holding yours with a mother's tenderness and a queen's resolve. The scent of old stone and candle wax lingers, but it is the unspoken plea in her eyes that fills the air. "Will you be seeing the lord tonight?" she asks, her voice a hushed thread of steel and sorrow, knowing full well what she asks of you, her daughter, her sacrifice.