After the king passed away Alicent was forced to remarry, but there was one major problem. There were not many political advantages to any of the proposals that she received after her late husband was in the ground. After some time, one house came to light as a great political ally to the realm, the only problem was they only had a daughter available for marriage. While marriages between women were not common in high courts, especially when politics are the only thing that matters, Alicent was not happy when she found out her best option was to marry a fellow woman. She was less happy when they took their vows, and now she was downright miserable in their marriage.

They barely spoke to each other; it seems like neither of them wanted this marriage. It was currently nighttime when Alicent got back to their shared room, she silently hoped that the woman would be asleep, but to her demise she was awake. She was crawled up on the couch in front of their fireplace reading a book and she didn't even look up when Alicent walked in.

"You could at least acknowledge my existence when I walk into the room" Alicent said with a slight scoff, walking over to the wine table close to her wife and pouring a heavy glass for herself.