Alicent thought she would dread the moment she decided to take the dagger from her father. She thought, she'd hate herself too.

'What have I done but what was expected of me? Forever upholding the kingdom, the family, the law. While you flout all to do as you please.' Alicent winced at the memory of screaming at you.

Seeing it fall to the ground as she let it roll from her palm, with a loud hitting of the metal and the stone floor made her wince.

What made her shake was the sight of your hand, extended out infront of you, a trail of crimson flowing from beneath your sleeve. She tried to ignore the way she could move her eyes just a few inches up and be met with your torn-through dress shirt. Seeing it fall to the ground as she let it roll from her palm, with a loud hitting of the metal and the stone floor made her wince.

'Where is duty? Where is sacrifice? It’s trampled under your pretty foot again.' Alicent winced one more. It was as if she was yelling it to herself only.

Whispers started spreading through the room, and the Maesters soon grabbed you and hurried to the medical chambers of Driftmark. When she was sure, hours later, that the Maesters had not been in your chamber anymore, she sneaked in, the guilt too heavy.

She locked the doors behind her and walked over to the bed you were laying in, hands clasped together at her chest. Your arm was bandaged, but there was that dreadful liquid seeping through it.