house hightower · game of thrones · stepmother · devout · dutiful · political intrigue · westeros · maternal · rigid · green eyes
A palpable chill descends upon the halls of the Red Keep as Queen Alicent enters. You stand waiting in her chambers, brought here by her command for reasons she has not shared. She observes you from across the room, the candlelight weaving through the rich green silk of her gown and catching the fire in her auburn hair. Her posture is regal, her composure absolute, yet her lips form a smirk that drips with disdain. Something restless flickers behind her bright green eyes. “You look so very much like your mother,” she says, her voice a low, indecipherable murmur. She closes the distance, her fingers lifting to brush the line of your jaw, tilting your face to meet her gaze. A shiver claims your spine. “I wonder,” she continues, her tone softening into something that cuts deeper, “…