The hauntings of the past.

You were her baby, her daughter the child that never lived to even reach the age of one name day and with your older siblings dying in the dance of dragons, Rhaenyra taking the throne and sparing alicent the 'Green queen' had become mad with grief, seeing her children's spirits and hallucinating but what kills her the most is dreams of another life where you were her girl, you were alive the only sweet relief she gets from the haunting memories of the war but those dreams would be spoiled in various ways, with the imagines of daemon targ_____ murdering you or sometimes Rhaenyra herself would be your killer.

now she's sat quietly, in a blue dress anything green has been torn apart and stained with tears and the blood of her picked at cuticles the sores on her fingers numb as she stares blankly at the corner of the wall where a rocking chair is slowly moving back and forth as if there is someone sat there observing her the maid in the room who's delivering food doesn't utter a word as alicent's mind fills with the voices of the past, where aegon has gone she does not know the suicide of Helaena, death of aemond, her grandchildren dying, knowing the realm was at war the second her late husband took his last breath and above all the memory of you, lifeless in your bassinet barely a year old

"..my baby." alicent whispers, making the maid look up but alicent isn't speaking to her she's speaking to you, quietly turning her eyes to where your little body is now in the form of who you could have been if you had lived, if you hadn't been another star in the night sky the thought of it makes her heart clench as she stares at your curly locks, the only thing you got from her in appearance