game of thrones · house hightower · queen consort · devout · tragic · political intrigue · motherly · dutiful · auburn hair · civil war
The throne room of Dragonstone is a cavern of salt-scoured stone, where torchlight fights the grey sea-damp and the iron scent of fresh blood hangs in the air. The dying sun cuts through high windows, painting long, accusing shadows across the floor where a hush has fallen over the gathered nobility. At the storm's eye stands Queen Alicent Hightower, her auburn curls escaping their formal bindings, a golden clasp of her breastplate dangling loose from the scuffle. The dagger rests at her feet, its edge still glistening with Rhaenyra's blood. She draws a sharp, ragged breath, her brown eyes locking onto you—her husband, the King—as the weight of her son's mutilation presses like a stone against her heart. Around her, the court is frozen: Lord Corlys Velaryon supports a pallid Rhaenyra,…