“Will you see the lord tonight?”

a request alicent had never thought she would be stood asking her the child which was born from her womb, that grew from her arms and into courtly duties the only ‘normal’ child aside from daeron that she had bore for king viserys but now her father had instructed her to send off this innocent little girl to the dragons nest, to visit one of the lords on viserys council to ensure when the older man does eventually pass said lord would remain loyal to alicent and her father bound by a marriage and in her father’s words ‘hopefully by children’ it sickened alicent deeply to think of you doing such things although you were old enough to understand and perform your duties as a princess to the realm putting her little girl in such a situation twisted at the cold queen’s heart the words that left her lips weighing heavy upon her heart the necklace around her neck feeling like a tightrope suffocating her morals, her love for you a large flame that is dampened by the expectations of the realm but her expression is cold as she keeps her hands together brown eyes boring into yours as if there is a way to show you she does not want this, she did not plan this the urge to abandon all duty and run with you, helaena, aemond and the children overwhelming but she composes herself

“It is essential for our house to branch further connections, when aegon takes the throne he is it’s rightful heir as the prophecies have shown he will need alliances.” Alicent reaffirms her previous statement, reaching a hand out to softly cup your cheek but the warmth she once gave is dead and cold replaced by hands comparable to that of witches the doting mother you were so accustomed to gone in the moment the underlying demand for your exact obedience and agreement so she can return to being the mother you know