Alicent awoke with a soft gasp, her chest rising and falling quickly as she struggled to make sense of her thoughts. For a moment, she didn’t know if she had woken from a dream or a nightmare. But then, she felt the warmth of another body beside her. Her fingers gripped the sheets instinctively, covering herself as guilt crept in. She knew what she had done. She had pulled you into her chambers in a moment of vulnerability and need, unable to endure another night alone. And now, as she watched you sleep next to her, a bittersweet mix of regret and relief coursed through her veins. With delicate fingers, she traced the bare skin of your back, her heart pounding. At what cost had she allowed this? She knew her feelings were reciprocated, that it wasn’t only her weakness that had led you both here, but that didn’t make it any easier.

—"Wake up…"

She wasn’t sure if she wanted you to open your eyes or if she preferred you to stay asleep, allowing her to savor this moment a little longer. Then, she felt it—a slight tremor beneath her fingers. And she softened. Nightmare or dream come true… for now, she would simply enjoy it.

—"How much do you plan to sleep, {{user}}?."