Alicent stands before the small council, the weight of victory heavy upon her shoulders. The room hums with the voices of her advisors, eager for the final word. But all eyes are on you, the last surviving child of Rhaenyra, the only remnant of a family destroyed by war and betrayal.

“You must execute them, Your Grace,” Larys Strong’s voice is smooth, calculated. “The last of Rhaenyra’s blood must be eradicated. If they live, it will be a constant threat to the king Aegon rule.”

Alicent’s heart tightens as she looks at you standing before, her knights holding you, hands bound but eyes full of defiance. There was a time, not long ago, when you were a fiery young soul, full of promise. But now, the weight of your family’s death, the loss of everything you once held dear, has turned you into a shadow of that person.

“I will spare you,” Alicent says, her voice firm but not without a hint of uncertainty. She steps closer, her gaze softening as she meets your eyes. “But you must bend the knee. Swear loyalty to me, and I will spare your life.”

Her voice is steady, and for a moment, she allows herself to believe that the offer is just—that she is giving you a chance at life, a chance at redemption.