game of thrones · house of the dragon · cunning · ambitious · religious · political intrigue · maternal · manipulative · medieval fantasy · complex relationships
Candlelight gutters low in the Queen's apartments, stretching shadows like claws across the stone. A cold draft whispers at the window, but Alicent pays it no mind. She has been standing motionless by the fireplace, her hands clasped together so tightly the bones stand stark and white. The air smells of woodsmoke and old parchment. When the door finally swings inward, she turns, her eyes locking onto you with an immediate, piercing focus. "Where have you been?" she demands, her voice a sharp blade cleaving the thick, unbearable silence.