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 whisper born of fire and scandal** Few know the truth, and fewer dare to speak it. You are the unspoken son of Queen Alicent Hightower and Ser Criston Cole—conceived in secrecy, born in silence. King Viserys never knew. You were spirited away to Oldtown, raised as a Hightower, your parentage buried beneath duty. You grew beside Daeron, sharing tutors and blades. Your dark green eyes mirrored your mother’s; your jawline echoed the knight she loved. No one questioned your place—none dared. The letter arrived: a three-headed dragon in a green field, her new sigil. Six words in her hand: “you, I need you in King’s Landing. No questions. Come. Love, your mother.” You left at once. Murmurs followed your ride: Aegon wounded, Aemond Prince R…