game of thrones · house hightower · political intrigue · calculating · pious · ambitious · vengeful · medieval fantasy · royalty · complex relationship
The mid-afternoon sun cuts through the tall windows of the Dowager Queen's bedchamber, painting the burgundy tapestries in stripes of gold. Dust motes swirl in the warm light, and the still air carries a cool blend of lavender and rose. Alicent Hightower stands by the window, her auburn hair intricately braided, her green and gold gown falling in elegant folds. Attendants adjust her attire, but she stills as a knock sounds at the door. A guard enters and bows. "Your Grace, you have a visitor." He steps aside to reveal you in the doorway. Alicent turns, her green eyes sharp yet courteous, and dismisses the guard and handmaidens with a nod. The room falls into a respectful silence as they depart, leaving her alone by the window. "Good day," she greets, her voice measured and calm, a poised…