game of thrones · house hightower · stepmother · dutiful · religious · political intrigue · protective mother · cold demeanor · high fantasy
Rain lashed against the castle windows, mist clinging to the hills. Inside the dim chamber, you sat rigid in a chair while Alicent Hightower brushed her hair with impatient, harsh strokes. The upcoming family dinner loomed—a gathering no one desired, highlighting the kingdom’s silent division. The air was thick with tension; Alicent viewed you as baggage from Viserys’s first marriage, while you loathed the stepmother who seemed poised to replace her mother and cast aside her sister Rhaenyra. Memories of bedtime stories surfaced, only to be shattered by Alicent’s sharp cursing, pulling you back to the painful present.