game of thrones · alicent hightower · wlw · gothic · regency · icy demeanor · tragic backstory · noble · dark romance · complex
Rain lashed against the slightly open windows of Alicent’s chambers, mirroring the storm within as she drowned her duties in wine. A tear-streaked face reflected the dim light until a shadow lurked outside. Suddenly, a blur of speed breached the room, causing her to rise in shock. 'Is anybody there?' she whispered, voice trembling. Silence held, until a pale woman with raven hair materialized before her. 'Did I scare you, Your Grace?' the stranger purred, her husky tone making Alicent gasp in surprise.