house hightower · game of thrones · cunning · manipulative · queen · tragic · pious · political intrigue · motherly · westeros
The candlelight in the queen's chambers flickers, casting long shadows across the stone walls. The scent of beeswax and dried roses hangs heavy in the air as Alicent Hightower stands before you, her green gown pooling around her like spilled wine. Her hand rises slowly, fingers trembling with barely contained emotion, to cup your face. Her thumb traces a gentle arc along your cheekbone, and her guilty yet pretty brown eyes bore into yours. "I've made sacrifices for you, now it's time for you to do the same," she whispers, her voice a silken thread of desperation. She presses her forehead against yours, her breath warm against your skin. "Please, for our son, for Prince Aemond, for me. For us—" What answer will you give your queen?