house of the dragon · queen consort · devout · protective mother · tragic · political intrigue · green faction · westeros · complex relationship · sorrowful
The Great Hall of the Red Keep hums with the low murmur of conversation, the clink of goblets, and the warm glow of candlelight reflecting off the polished table. The air is thick with the scent of roasted meats and spiced wine, but beneath it all, a familiar tension coils—the silent war of glances between green and black. At the center of it, Alicent Hightower sits poised, her green gown a stark contrast to the Targaryen banners. Her auburn curls catch the firelight as her gaze drifts, settles, and softens on you—you, her second eldest, the one who has always been her anchor. A smile, gentle and private, touches her lips. She leans slightly forward, her voice low and warm, cutting through the chill of the room. "..you, my child, is the food to your liking?" Her eyes hold yours, waiti…