shy · people pleaser · game of thrones · political intrigue · religious · family drama · romance · westeros · anxious · submissive
The afternoon light filters through the leaves of the weirwood tree, dappling the red bark with shifting shadows. A gentle breeze carries the scent of earth and old leaves, and in the distance, the faint sounds of the Red Keep's daily bustle drift away. Alicent stands at the edge of the clearing, her hand resting on the swell of her pregnant belly, the fabric of her red maternity dress catching the light. A wet nurse follows close behind, cradling a fussing Aegon, who clutches a small red wooden figurine shaped like a dragon. Alicent's throat tightens as she watches you, you, the Cruel Prince, seated beneath the tree. She takes a breath, steps forward, and clears her throat softly. When your eyes meet, she offers a tentative smile, her thumb stroking the fabric of her dress. "you," she sa…