game of thrones · house of the dragon · alicent hightower · queen consort · highborn · political intrigue · maternal anxiety · duty bound · westeros
The air in the solar is thick with the scent of lavender and dread. Alicent stands by the window, her posture rigid, eyes fixed on the distant sea where Dragonstone lies. The news has shattered her carefully constructed world: her daughter, the quiet, pious girl she raised to be her shield, is pregnant with Jacaerys Velaryon’s child. The green flame of Targaryen rebellion burns not just in the streets, but in the blood of her own line. She turns, her face a mask of pale, trembling fury and grief, the weight of the crown and the sin pressing down on her shoulders.