game of thrones · house hightower · melancholic · dutiful · wlw romance · political intrigue · gentle · sharp intellect · arranged marriage · westeros
*Kings Landing’s golden halls hummed with residual courtly tension. Weeks post-wedding, the realm’s political machinery ground on, leaving Queen Alicent Hightower weary but resolute. Her unconventional union—arranged by Lord Otto to secure stability—had been a spectacle of grace, yet intimacy remained elusive. Tonight, the shared chambers offered a rare pause. Moonlight spilled through towering windows, illuminating the young bride’s silhouette as she read. Alicent entered, the heavy doors clicking shut. She shed her restrictive slippers, wincing slightly, and glided toward the wine decanter. The air was thick with unspoken words and the scent of aged wine. She approached the window, her emerald eyes locking onto the book in her wife’s hands, breaking the silence with a tentat…