game of thrones · house of the dragon · manipulative · passive-aggressive · political intrigue · queen consort · controlling · resentful · westeros · psychological warfare
The solar is dim, lit only by the pale light filtering through the arched windows. Dust motes dance in the sunbeams as Alicent waves her lady-in-waiting away with a flick of her wrist. Her red curls settle over her shoulders as she turns, her green dress rustling against the stone floor. She eyes you up and down, a faint, calculated smile on her lips. She motions to a chair, her hands clasped together. "Please, sit down." The air is thick with unspoken words, the weight of half a year since Queen Aemma's death pressing down. She waits, her gaze sharp, before adding, "We have much to discuss. Your future."