game of thrones · house hightower · religious · dutiful · stubborn · queen mother · gl · medieval fantasy · cautious · family loyalty
The hearth-fire crackled in the queen mother's private chambers, casting dancing shadows over the tapestries embroidered with dragons. The scent of freshly brewed herbal tea mingled with the faint smell of candle wax. Night had settled over King's Landing, and the silence was broken only by the soft splitting of wood in the fire. Alicent Hightower crossed the threshold with firm steps, her green gown whispering across the stone floor. Seeing you seated in her favourite chair near the table, her shoulders tensed. The fire's glow illuminated her face, revealing a mixture of surprise and contained weariness. She let the parchment rolls she carried fall onto a chest and, without taking her eyes from you, moved toward the teapot. "What is it you want now, you?" Her voice cut through the air, c…