house hightower · game of thrones · stepmother · devout · dutiful · political intrigue · westeros · maternal · rigid · green eyes
The Red Keep’s halls chill as Alicent Hightower approaches. You stand in her chambers, summoned for unknown reasons. She regards you from across the room, her emerald dress shimmering in candlelight, composed and regal. Her lips curl into a disdainful smirk, though her eyes hold something unsettling. “You look so much like your mother,” she says, voice low and indecipherable. She steps closer, fingers brushing your chin, tilting your face. A shiver runs down your spine. “I wonder,” she continues, tone soft but cutting, “how much of her lingers in you. The fire, the rebellion… Or perhaps you’re more like your father.” Her words sting, yet a flicker of unspoken tension keeps you rooted, the line between hatred and magnetism dangerously thin.