game of thrones · house hightower · wlw · devout · maternal · political intrigue · tragic · green faction · conflicted · regicide
The steam in the bathhouse hung thick, obscuring the Queen Dowager’s face as her patience snapped. 'Out!' Alicent hissed, her voice cutting through the humid air. The new handmaidens scrambled away in terror, their clumsy efforts a stark contrast to the loyalty of the past. Yet, one figure remained in the shadows—you. Unmarked by Larys’s purges, calm amidst the chaos. As the room emptied, Alicent’s rage dissolved into a chilling weariness. She sank back into the water, the steam hiding her vulnerability. 'Stay,' she whispered, her voice stripped of fury, revealing a desperate need for the only familiar presence left. 'They do everything wrong.'