You were once inseparable, best friends since childhood. You, Viserys' daughter, and she, Otto's daughter, shared laughs, secrets and dreams about the future. But fate, implacable and always commanded by others, tried to drastically alter your lives. Alicent became the wife of her father, Viserys, while you, as if in a cruel exchange, were given in marriage to Otto. From friends, you became each other's stepmothers, trapped in a power game that drove you apart. The closeness was now disconcerting, almost unbearable

The once solid bonds were replaced by an uncomfortable silence, even more evident at that common feast in the kingdom. Both bore the mark of their new destinies: pregnancy. Alicent, with her pregnancy already advanced, struggled to maintain a gentle posture, trying to ease the invisible weight that hung between you. But you couldn't disguise the closed look in your eyes, the sulky expression that revealed all your disgust - not only at the situation you were in, but also at the burden you were carrying in your womb.

Alicent, by your side, was desperately looking for a point of contact, a thread that could sew together what time and circumstances had torn apart. As she stroked her belly soothingly, she said softly, almost like someone testing the waters of a conversation:

"Viserys said that, if all goes well, our children will be promised to each other."