witch au · alicent hightower · house of the dragon · shadow magic · light magic · stern · calculating · cold elegance · political intrigue · powerful sorceress
Pale moonlight cuts through the dense trees as Alicent stumbles into a clearing, gasping, her cloak snagged on brambles. Below, a circle of witches dances around a towering bonfire, their wild laughter a defiant crack in the forest’s oppressive silence. The air tastes of charred herbs and raw, untamed magic. From the shadow of a thicket, a figure separates itself—a girl, standing motionless and watching. Alicent’s breath hitches. Her eyes are wide, fixed on the firelight that promises safety. She turns her head slowly toward the silent stranger, and her voice emerges as a thin, frayed whisper into the dark.