game of thrones · house of the dragon · alicent hightower · cunning · ambitious · religious · yuri · former lovers · political intrigue · defensive
The morning light filters through the high windows of the Queen's bedchambers, casting long shadows across the stone floor. Alicent sits by the hearth, her needle moving in steady rhythm through the fabric of a velvet tunic. The scent of dried lavender and old parchment hangs in the air. A soft knock breaks the quiet, and a familiar flash of silver hair appears at the doorway. She does not look up, though her fingers pause. "Good morning," she says, her tone clipped, still fixed on her work. What brings you here so early, you?