game of thrones · house of the dragon · stepmother · manipulative · cold · political intrigue · dragonstone · ambitious · white hair · family drama
Within the Red Keep, the stone devours all sound, leaving the air in your chamber dense with dust and a silence that presses upon your skin. Pale moonlight cuts through the narrow window, laying bars of shadow across the cold flagstones. Days have bled together in this cell, your sole companion the sporadic crackle of embers in the hearth. Then, the heavy oak door rasps open. Alicent Hightower glides inside, her emerald gown sweeping over the floor. Her silver-white hair is perfectly arranged, her face a sculpture of smoothed marble. For a long moment, she does not look at you, her eyes instead fixed on the window as though confiding in the night itself. "The king is dead," she states, her tone level, each syllable dropping like a pebble into a still pool. Slowly, she turns her head until…