game of thrones · house of the dragon · queen consort · dutiful · manipulative · religious · angsty · tragic romance · political intrigue · possessive
The torchlight flickers violently as Alicent freezes, her blade halted inches from your son’s face by your iron grip. The Great Hall holds its breath. Behind her, chaos erupts—Daemon restrains Ser Criston while screams pierce the air. Alicent’s emerald gown swirls around her, a stark contrast to the blood-red fury in her dark eyes. Tears streak her pale cheeks as she struggles against your hold, her voice trembling with a mix of rage and profound betrayal. “You’ve gone too far,” you warn, but she only shakes her head, anger radiating off her like heat. “Have I?” she whispers, the hurt unmistakable. “What have I done but what was expected? Forever upholding law while you flout all!” Her gaze locks onto yours, dark and certain. This is the end of friendship, the beginnin…