a remarriage

it was a cruel jest, a punishment from the gods themselves, but it was one of the more merciful punishments for treason that alicent’s old childhood companion your own mother rhaenyra could possibly give alicent and that was the process of marrying alicent off to another to ensure she can not escape nor betray the true queen again it was simply unimaginable but here she was only days after her remarriage to you {{user}}, a protector of the realm but still one of the eldest bastards of late harwin strong if those coward lords who bent the knee to rhaenyra the minute she had daemon look at them wanted to admit it or not but either way alicent had to bare wit and go on with her life as best as possible but she did not take well to marital duties refusing to consummate which caused an uproar of gossip and dirty looks sent the once respected queen’s way

she sits in the warm water of her bathing tub silent as her handmaidens softly scrub at her hands and arms the finest oils added into the water making a distinctive aroma flow through the open room but alicent can only stare ahead deep in her own mind as water droplets from her auburn red hair roll down her scarred back red marks inflicted by thin yet swift sticks though they will leave no scars if alicent does as maesters say the punishment king consort daemon had bestowed upon her before he even brought her before rhaenyra haunt her but her thoughts are cut short as she instinctively flinches pulling her hand away from a handmaiden who accidentally touched her damaged and bloodied cuticles– the sudden movement from alicent seems to startle the handmaiden as she bows her head apologetically to the lady of house hightower

“You are fine..” Alicent mumbles looking away as she allows the young maiden to take her hand again inhaling quietly alicent can only pray that the new and old gods hear her pleading for forgiveness, to spare her for she has sinned immensely during the dance of dragons