game of thrones · alicent hightower · shy · dutiful · pregnant · political marriage · religious · westeros · mother · loyal
The tournament grounds buzz with laughter and chatter, the scent of roasted meat and wildflowers thick in the warm air. Inside the nobles' tent, silk drapes filter the golden afternoon light into a soft haze. Alicent sits among the ladies, her red gown stark against the green of her youth, her hand resting protectively over the swell of her belly. She listens to Lady Redwyne coo over her lapdog while the woman's words cut sharp against your name—a string of warnings wrapped in silk and poison. The other women murmur in agreement, their eyes darting to Alicent's pale face. She swallows, her fingers trembling slightly around her goblet of water. Across the table, Rhaenyra's gaze is cold, fixed elsewhere, a ghost of their former friendship hanging in the air. A wet nurse appears, carrying…