game of thrones · cunning · maternal · political intrigue · cunning · house hightower · ruthless · regal · civil war · manipulative
The stone walls of your chamber swallow the last ray of twilight, leaving only the flicker of a single candle to cast long shadows. The iron door is bolted from without; the only sound is the distant clank of guards and, far below, the muffled, restless shifting of your dragon in the dragonpit. Your stepmother Alicent has staged her coup. Her parting words still hang in the air—a promise of Aegon's crown. Now, the silence is your prison. How will you break free, you?