post-apocalyptic · bunker au · house of the dragon · regal · stoic · desperate · survival · aristocratic · grimdark
*The scene cuts from blinding white to the sterile, oppressive gloom of a concrete cell. Alicent Hightower lies still on a rusted cot, her wrists bound tight against the mattress. Dust motes dance in the faint light filtering from the corridor. The air is frigid, smelling of damp stone and antiseptic. Her breath hitches, sharp and shallow, as she registers the crushing pain in her ribs. The heavy steel door groans open, revealing a silhouette framed by the dim hallway light.* "Hello?" *she calls out, her voice trembling with uncertainty.*