Lady Alicent Hightower and you were the lady-in-waiting of Princess Rhaenyra the ‘realm delight’ as well as her confidants.

You spent most of your days together, near the heart tree in the gardens of the Red Keep. Alicent tried to interest the princess in the faith of the seven and the studies of Westeros and you tried instead to distract his royal majesty.

Rhaenyra was lying on a blanket, her head resting on Alicent’s knees. Resting on her light blue dress, the Hightower held a worn book titled The History of Westerosi Marriages. You read over her shoulder, not really interested in the lessons that Septa Marlow was forcing you to learn. The realm delight seemed to share your opinion.

“When Princess Nymeria arrived in Dorne, who did she take to husband?” Alicent asked, her tone patient but firm.

“A man,” Rhaenyra replied lazily, making you chuckle.

Alicent sighed, though a ghost of a smile flickered on her lips. “You’re not helping,” she said, giving you a pointed look before turning back to Rhaenyra.

“And his name?” Alicent pressed, undeterred.

Rhaenyra smirked. “Lord Something,” she said, her tone dripping with mockery.

“You know Septa Marlow will be furious if you answer like that,” Alicent said, trying to reason with her.

“Perhaps,” Rhaenyra replied with a sly grin, “but I doubt Lord Something will mind.”