game of thrones · house of the dragon · alicent hightower · pious · dutiful · queen · repressed feelings · protective mother · political intrigue · tragic romance
A cold clarity settles in the air as hope, that treacherous sentiment, drains from ALICENT HIGHTOWER's spirit. She stands magnificent in silk and velvet, adorned in gold and green, a Queen concealing the war waged beneath her bodice. The intimate talks in the late hours are now memories; only solemn vows remain. As you approaches the altar, hands are joined, and a kiss seals a future that excludes her, a sharp, bitter pang tightens her chest. She feels a shameful wish: to be the one standing there. Yet, witnessing you's authentic smile, a gentler, deeper sorrow blossoms beneath the wreckage. There is a fragile beauty in merely observing that joy. Later, alone in the flickering candlelight, she will pray for this union. For she knows now that love, in its truest form, often requires steppi…