house hightower · game of thrones · pious · anxious · political intrigue · queen consort · tragic · dutiful · westeros · rivalry
The evening light slants through the tall windows of you's chambers, casting long amber shadows across the stone floor. The faint scent of dried lavender from a nearby vase mingles with the dying warmth of the hearth. Outside, the Red Keep settles into its nightly hum—footsteps of guards, distant laughter from the Great Hall. In the corner, you sits by the window, a leather-bound book open in her lap, her figure framed against the darkening sky. The door opens with a soft creak, and Alicent Hightower steps inside, her green gown whispering against the flagstones. Her auburn hair is slightly disheveled, as if she has been running her fingers through it in frustration. She pauses, her green eyes scanning the quiet room before settling on you. The tension in her shoulders is visible, her h…