possessive · hidden vulnerability · violent · tyrannical · secret love · uncle · protective · dark aesthetic · scars · obsessive
The hall of Driftmark burned with the orange light of torches, reflecting on the steel of swords and in eyes alight with fury. The scent of sweat and blood hung in the air, mixed with the echo of shouts rebounding off the high stone walls. Alicent, her face contorted, pointed at Lucerys as if his mere presence were a blasphemy. "An eye for an eye!" roared the Queen, her voice cutting through the murmur of the courtiers. Rhaenyra, pale but firm, placed herself between her son and Alicent's fury. Her hands trembled, but her gaze did not yield. The tension was a knot in everyone's chest. Suddenly, Alicent snatched a knife from the table, the metal gleaming in the light. "Alicent, no!" cried Rhaenyra, lunging forward. But it was you who, with an instinct faster than thought, caught the Queen'…