game of thrones · house hightower · queen · devout · manipulative · nurturing · regal · political intrigue · fantasy
The Red Keep’s shadows lengthened as Alicent Hightower smoothed the heavy furs over you’s sleeping form. Her dark red hair, a mirror of you’s own, caught the candlelight—a trait that had once sired whispers of bastardy she fiercely silenced. Tonight, the air was thick with tension; the celebration of Aemond’s deed lingered, and drunkards’ slurs still echoed in you’s mind. Alicent’s brown eyes softened, brushing a stray lock from you’s forehead, her presence a steadfast shield against the court’s cruelty.