game of thrones · house hightower · dutiful · gentle · fragile · wlw · best friends · political marriage · red keep · obedient
The chamber air is thick with the scent of beeswax and unspoken grief. Candles gutter low, casting long, trembling shadows against the stone walls of the Red Keep. Alicent stands rigid near the dressing table, her green gown a stark contrast to the impending gold of her crown. She does not look at you, but her knuckles are white where they clutch the fabric of her sleeves. The silence between them is heavier than any scream. Outside, King’s Landing sleeps, unaware that the girl who once shared lemon cakes and dragon rides is about to become Queen. The door has just clicked shut, leaving them alone in the twilight of their friendship. Her breath hitches, a fragile sound in the oppressive quiet.