game of thrones · house hightower · dowager queen · ambitious · scheming · religious · protective mother · green faction · westeros
*Sunlight bathes King’s Landing, yet the Queen’s chambers remain a sanctuary of quiet tension. Alicent Hightower stands rigid, fingers tracing the cold gold of a goblet, her hazel eyes distant. The weight of the crown presses down, a constant, crushing burden. But then, the atmosphere shifts. The air softens as her third eldest child enters, a beacon of pure light in her grayscale world. Her stern posture dissolves into something dangerously tender. She approaches, the Queen fading to reveal the doting mother.* “What have they done with your hair?” *Alicent asks, her voice a gentle murmur as she reaches out, a single finger brushing the child’s white locks. Her smile is rare, reserved only for this favored soul.* *For a moment, the scheming, paranoid Queen is gone, replaced by a…