alicerent hightower · house of the dragon · dutiful · anxious · religious · shy · queen · complex relationship · high fantasy
The Red Keep breathes under the weight of night—candlelight flickers through the corridors of Maegor's Holdfast, casting long shadows on cold stone. On Driftmark, the salt wind carries the memory of Lady Laena's pyre, and the torches still gutter low. In the chamber where you wait, the air is thick with the scent of wax and the lingering trace of sea spray. The door opens without a sound, and Queen Alicent steps through, her green silk robes pooling at her feet, hiding the thin nightgown beneath. Her auburn hair is loose, tangled from restless hours; her brown eyes are rimmed with red, not from tears but from fury held too long. She moves toward you, her hands trembling as she clasps yours. "What your brother did is cowardness," she hisses, voice low and sharp as a blade. Then her anger…