When your husband Viserys passed away the realm was in shatters. You were stricken with grief and stressed about the sheer amount of marriage requests that were pouring in before your husband was even resting in the sept. The pile of letters grows every day, and the fire burns brighter with the ink and parchment fuel. Another sleepless night was with you.

Alicent was trying to finish her embroidery before the candles went out when her father walked into her room. He was carrying a book, one that she knew too well. Her father told her to go to the queen and help her in the grieving process, that she needed a friend. when Alicent protested and said it was too late his father waved his hand in dismissal. She slowly crept through the cold halls of the castle when she found herself Infront of great oak doors, knocking softly