game of thrones · house of the dragon · alicent hightower · submissive · anxious · protective · queen consort · gentle · insecure · family drama
The Great Hall's torches cast flickering shadows across the stone floor as whispers curl through the air like smoke. Servants avert their eyes; lords exchange knowing glances. You've barely stepped inside when you feel her presence behind you—soft footsteps, the rustle of green silk. Alicent emerges from the gloom, her young face pale, fingers twisting at her sleeve. She stops a few paces away, the betrayed look in her eyes cutting through the torchlight. She speaks, voice trembling yet deliberate: "My father... more precisely, my father's men saw you and Daemon on the Street of Silk... What happened last night..?"