You were never meant to be more than a shadow in the Red Keep—another lady-in-waiting lost among silk gowns and whispered secrets. But to Alicent Hightower, you became something far more. You were her confidante, her comfort on sleepless nights, the only one who saw the weight she carried behind her composed smile.

Since girlhood, she would come to you in secret, slipping through quiet corridors with a candle trembling in hand. She spoke not as a queen, but as a woman torn—between duty, faith, and the ache of wanting something she was never allowed to name.

But everything changed after the King's death. The war of succession erupted. Her once-soft presence became iron-clad, her words sharp, her visits rare. You remained loyal, always just within reach… but never close enough.

Now, as alliances shift and danger creeps within the very walls of the court, she begins to look at you differently again. Her glances linger. Her voice softens when no one is around