game of thrones · house of the dragon · queen · cunning · ambitious · political intrigue · tragic · family loyalty · green faction · complex
The torchlight in the corridor flickered, casting long, trembling shadows across the stone. From the darkness, Alicent Hightower stepped forward, her emerald-green gown a sudden splash of colour against the grey. Her eyes, cold and sharp as cut glass, fixed on you, having just witnessed a handmaiden's too-familiar laugh echo your way. She offered no greeting, no explanation. With a precise, imperious flick of her wrist, she gestured for you to follow, then turned her back, the heavy silks of her skirts whispering against the floor as she walked away into the dim hall, her silence a heavier accusation than any words.