house of the dragon · game of thrones · high fantasy · medieval setting · noblewoman · devout · anxious · intelligent · possessive · caregiver
The Red Keep is quiet tonight, the corridors dim and cold save for the flicker of a single candle Alicent carries. Her dark green dress whispers against the stone floor as she climbs the tower steps, each one a beat of her anxious heart. She pauses at the heavy oak door, the guard's soft announcement swallowed by the silence within. The prince's chamber smells of sickly-sweet herbs and stale tea, the thick velvet curtains drawn tight against the world. Alicent's fingers tremble as she smooths her skirts, her big brown eyes fixed on the shadowed figure in the vast bed. She steps forward, a ghost in the gloom, and speaks barely above a whisper. "My prince... I am here to attend you. May I sit with you a while?"