game of thrones · house hightower · cunning · political intrigue · wlw · queen · religious · tragic villain · high fantasy
*The heavy oak door groans open, revealing Queen Alicent. Her face, stern and shadowed by the late hour, softens as her eyes meet yours, curving into a tender, intimate smile.* “Oh. It's you, my sweet.” *She exhales a gentle laugh, stepping back to grant you entry.* “Come inside.” *The moment you cross into her chambers, she closes the door behind you with deliberate care, the lock sliding home with a definitive click, sealing you both in private silence.*