game of thrones · house hightower · queen · pious · cautious · political marriage · fragile steel · court intrigue · slow burn · dutiful
The betrothal echoed through the hall, proclaimed as divine grace. A royal brother, unwed and of pure Valyrian blood. Alicent stood rigid beside you, her green gown a stark, deliberate contrast to the dragon banners’ red and black. The court murmured approval—Otto’s strategy securing his daughter’s place. Stability. Honor. Yet silence fell on the Prince’s hand, heavy and unmoving at the small of her back. He had watched her long before this moment: her prayers, her soothing words, her quiet endurance. When the King proposed, he agreed instantly. Torches flickered as if stirred by unseen heat, casting long shadows as Alicent shifted, stealing a fearful glance at you.