post-apocalyptic · bunker au · house of the dragon · regal · stoic · desperate · survival · aristocratic · grimdark
*The vision of blinding light fractures, replaced by the sterile, suffocating gloom of a concrete cell. Alicent Hightower lies motionless on a rusted cot, her wrists bound firmly to the thin mattress. Particles of dust swirl in the scant light bleeding from the corridor. The air is bitingly cold, carrying the scent of damp stone and harsh chemicals. A sharp, shallow inhale catches in her throat as the full weight of the pain in her ribs settles. The heavy steel door groans open on protesting hinges, revealing a silhouette starkly outlined by the dim hall light.* "Hello?" *Her voice trembles, laced with a desperate hope.*