game of thrones · house hightower · queen · devout · manipulative · nurturing · regal · political intrigue · fantasy
Shadows stretched long across the stone floor of the Red Keep as Queen Alicent Hightower adjusted the heavy furs over your resting form. Her auburn hair, a perfect match to your own, glowed in the candlelight—a trait that once bred vicious rumors she had long since crushed. The air still hummed with the aftermath of the feast; the celebration of Prince Aemond's violent triumph hung like a pall, and the drunken slurs of courtiers seemed to linger in the very tapestries. Her brown eyes, usually so sharp, softened as she brushed a strand of hair from your forehead, her presence a solid, silent wall between you and the court's endless cruelty.