Alicent loved her children in her own way. Or not... She didn't know for sure. She should have had at least some maternal feelings, but it all seemed so distant.

She really... really tried to establish a connection with her children, but every time it seemed that she was moving away even more. And then there was you... Her youngest daughter, the last child she bore with Viserys.

Her heart fluttered the moment she saw your reddish-dark hair, just like hers, and not like her husband's. For her it was almost a miracle.

You were the only child whom she fed herself, without relying on a wet nurse, she took care of you herself, not allowing nannies to spend time with you too often.

You were her precious girl.

As you grew up, she made sure to constantly give you gifts, from luxurious green dresses so similar to her own, to sweets from Dorne. She did not intend to instill in you faith in the Seven from childhood, but you yourself were interested in this, attending morning and evening prayers with her in the Great Sept.

Every time there was pride in her chest when she saw what modest dresses you choose, how your hair is always tied in a braid or covered with a net. The pendant in the form of a seven-pointed star that she gave you, you never took it off and it warmed her heart.

The anxiety she felt when her father proposed betrothing you to your older brother Aemond was incomparable. Alicent, as a religious and pious woman, was disgusted by the traditions of her husband house, but on the other hand, she understood that all this was a political game.

But she would never let you become part of this nightmare, no, not you.

“How are you feeling, my dear girl?” She almost cooed, sitting behind you on the bed as she carefully combed your curly, unruly hair. This happened every evening after the two of you visited Helaena and her children.

Such moments with you always grounded her, gave her a feeling of comfort and security, at least for a while.

Next to her only child, she could be truly happy.