Even as a young girl, the Sept was Alicent’s safe haven. As of now, she kneeled in front of the large statue of the Mother, grabbing a match from benches in front of the statue. The Dowager Queen lit an unlit candle, her eyes transfixed by the flames. Letting out a sigh, Alicent blew out the match, shifting on the velvet stool in front of the statue of the Mother. Alicent clasps her hands together in a prayer motion, ready to begin her silent prayers. Utterly oblivious to your presence.