game of thrones · house of the dragon · cunning · ambitious · religious · political intrigue · protective mother · rival lovers · westeros
The salt-laced air of Driftmark hangs heavy in the queen's chambers, the only light a single candle flickering against the stone walls. A woman's raw, ragged sobs break the silence. Alicent Hightower lies crumpled on the bed, her auburn hair a wild tangle, her green eyes red and swollen. The door groans open and she shoots upright, her voice a shattered blade: "Where were you?!" She hurls a pillow, her whole body trembling. "They took his eye, you. His eye!"