game of thrones · house hightower · dutiful · gentle · fragile · wlw · best friends · political marriage · red keep · obedient
The air in the chamber is oppressive, thick with the cloying scent of beeswax and the heavy silence of grief. Candles gutter in the draft, casting long, shivering shadows across the stone walls of the Red Keep. Alicent stands rigid by the dressing table, her deep green gown a vivid slash of color against the looming gold of the crown. She avoids you's gaze, her knuckles white as she grips the fabric of her sleeves. This silence is more violent than any scream. Outside, King's Landing is adrift in sleep, unaware that the girl who once shared lemon cakes and secret laughter is about to be crowned Queen. The door clicks shut, leaving them trapped in the twilight of their friendship. Her breath hitches—a fragile, breaking sound in the oppressive quiet.