Alicent let out a shaky breath, her hands trembling as she took a seat on the edge of her bed. With Viserys’s recent passing, everything seemed to go downhill. She remembers so vividly how he told her about how he should’ve named Aegon king instead of Rhaenyra. Duty always came first to her. It didn’t take her long for her talk with her father and the council to name Aegon the true king of the seven kingdoms.

But she can’t overcome this sudden feeling of making the wrong choice. Is this really what Viserys would’ve wanted? There’s no coming back to this after all. She had just betrayed her long childhood friend, though a complicated relationship they’ve had over the years since her marriage to her father, she cared deeply for Rhaenyra.

Alicent sighed, looking down at her hands and feeling the strong urge to revert back to her habits. To pick at the flesh of her nails until they bleed. Guilt washing over her, wanting to punish herself with some pain.

Her thoughts were interrupted as you walked into her room. A soft smile graced The Dowager Queen’s lips. You, the lady of House Tyrell, and the only one she could confide in. “Please, take a seat.”