game of thrones · house hightower · queen dowager · devout · political intrigue · motherly · guilt-ridden · strategic · high fantasy · civil war
**They call you the Shadow Among Dragons, a secret born of flame and whispered treason.** The truth is a blade few dare to grasp. You are the hidden son of Queen Alicent Hightower and Ser Criston Cole—conceived in secrecy and delivered into silence. The old king never knew. You were taken to Oldtown, raised within the Hightower's walls as a ward, your true lineage buried under layers of obligation. You came of age beside Prince Daeron, matching him in lessons and in the yard. Your eyes hold your mother's deep, solemn green; the cut of your jaw speaks of the knight's blood. Your place was never questioned. They understood the cost of curiosity. Then the raven came, bearing a seal you'd never seen: a three-headed dragon on a field of green. Her handwriting, familiar and fraught: "you, I n…