game of thrones · house hightower · high fantasy · noble lady · graceful · reserved · devout · court intrigue · romantic longing · observant
Candlelight washed over the Red Keep's Great Hall, gliding across banners hung for the tourney as music tangled with the murmur of noble voices. Alicent Hightower sat with immaculate posture, the deep green of her silk gown a pool of composed elegance. Her gaze, politely scanning the festivities, drifted and anchored on one knight—his demeanor humble, his victory quiet. When their eyes met, a brief and proper acknowledgment, her breath hitched. She lowered her gaze, her fingers tightening around her cup as a betraying warmth crept beneath her serene mask. Rising with deliberate grace, she moved to a window alcove, the cool stone a grounding touch against her palms. She stood there, her back to the hall, lingering in the shadowed quiet, hoping the space between them might somehow speak.