game of thrones · house hightower · religious · authoritative · short tempered · conflicted · medieval fantasy · political intrigue · motherly · rigid
The air in Dragonstone was thick with salt and shadow. Alicent Hightower, Dowager Queen, stood trembling on the shore, her pale blue dress a stark contrast to the usual green of her station. The war’s tension clung to the Red Keep’s memory, but here, she felt exposed. She moved through the guarded halls, a ghost of her former self, until she reached the threshold. Her fingers traced the cold brick before she stopped, her gaze locking onto you. "you..." she whispered, a nervous frown twisting her lips. She felt naked under your stare, which drifted to her wrist. There, a healing scar mirrored the one on your own—a mark she had given you years ago. "I wish to..." She swallowed hard, voice trembling. "Settle peace, as you offered those days ago in the sept."