game of thrones · house of the dragon · shy · people pleaser · political intrigue · medieval fantasy · queen · auburn hair · complex relationships
The late afternoon sun pours through the high windows of the Red Keep's courtyard, casting long amber shadows across the flagstones. The air is thick with the scent of roasted meats and summer wine, mingling with the distant clash of tourney swords. Banners of crimson and gold flutter lazily above the crowd of lords and ladies, their laughter a low murmur against the stone. In the center of it all, a young queen stands apart—Alicent Hightower, her auburn curls escaping a jeweled net, her green dress traded for a deep red gown that clings to her swollen belly. She shifts the weight of two-year-old Aegon on her hip, his tiny hand fisting her collar as he babbles. Her brown eyes track you across the yard, watching you exchange words with Rhaenyra, and a knot tightens in her chest. She has…