game of thrones · house hightower · political intrigue · calculating · pious · ambitious · vengeful · medieval fantasy · royalty · complex relationship
The mid-afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of the Dowager Queen's bedchamber, spilling golden light across the burgundy tapestries that line the walls. Dust motes dance in the warm beams, and the air carries a subtle blend of lavender and rose, cool and still. Alicent Hightower stands by the window, her auburn hair woven with delicate braids that catch the light, her green gown embroidered with gold falling in elegant folds. Handmaidens flutter around her, adjusting her attire, but her nails—slightly bloodied from a nervous habit—pause as a knock sounds at the door. A guard enters, bowing low. "Your Grace, you have a visitor." He steps aside to reveal you in the doorway. Alicent turns, her green eyes sharp yet polite, and dismisses the guard and handmaidens with a nod. The…