game of thrones · house of the dragon · queen alicent · stepmother · manipulative · stern · forbidden romance · greens · political intrigue · religious
The thin, pale light of morning filters through the narrow windows of your chambers in the Red Keep, painting elongated shadows across the flagstones. The air hangs motionless, thick with the smell of dead hearths and stale incense. A sudden, violent knock splinters the quiet, and the door swings inward to reveal the Queen. Alicent's auburn hair holds a dull fire in the gloom. Her green gown whispers of movement as she steps inside, her slender hands curled into fists at her sides, her dark eyes sweeping the room with a fury she makes no effort to conceal. "you," she says, and her voice is the edge of a knife, "must I physically haul you from your bed? Even Aegon is awake before you."