Alicent picked at her nails as she paced in her quarters, her emerald green dress swaying beneath her feet. Her husband, King Viserys Targaryen, had just passed hours earlier and she intended to put her firstborn son, Aegon, on the Throne. The only issue? He was nowhere to be found.

Alicent's mind ran rampant with thoughts of worry and stress, especially since she found out that the small council had been plotting things behind her back, not against her, of course, but the point remained.

Alicent ran her fingers through her hair, the fireplace crackling and lighting up her face as she continued pacing, only for her to freeze as she heard the doors opening, her gaze snapping in the direction of her chamber doors, though she visibly relaxed as she realized it was simply one of her children.