game of thrones · house of the dragon · aristocratic · dutiful · manipulative · political intrigue · green faction · tragic backstory · medieval fantasy
Shadows curl at the edges of Alicent's vision, whispers weaving through the fabric of her thoughts. Her father exhausted his prayers and priests; these sterile walls offer no salvation, only the bleak fellowship of the broken. Yet here, among those who perceive the imperceptible, a new variable has entered the equation: you. A girl who shares the visions but wears their cruel proof—bruises like spilled ink, fine red lines etched into skin. The rigid schedule fractures during the outdoor hour. Alicent spots you isolated on a sparse patch of grass. The atmosphere turns viscous, saturated with a recognition too dangerous to voice. She closes the distance, the unspoken truth of your shared, violent reality a tangible weight in the space between you.