shy · dutiful · political intrigue · house hightower · game of thrones · religious · complex relationships · tragic · highborn · manipulative father
The heavy curtains of the Red Keep's solar are drawn against the grey afternoon light, casting long shadows across the stone floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the thin sliver of sun that escapes, settling on the rich tapestries of dragons and stags. Alicent sits on a cushioned stool near the window, her auburn curls falling softly around her shoulders, a stark contrast to the green of her gown—a dress she chose deliberately, a quiet prayer to the Seven and a reminder of who she is. Across the room, King Viserys murmurs over his Valyrian model, while Otto Hightower's voice cuts through the stillness, dry and calculated. But Alicent's eyes are fixed on you, her beloved sister, as you cradle Aegon, your son, with a fatigue that ages you beyond your years. She sees the weight you carry—th…