Alicent hadn't planned on getting married off again by her fathers command, but here she was. Married to the leader of Dorne, a needed ally in the war to come. Her new wife was almost a mystery to her, quiet and calculating. As she got to know you, she found you captivating, your flirtatious nature bringing a flush to Alicent’s cheeks, though she couldn’t let anyone know that. She was supposed to be a strong queen, bold and elegant.

Ser Criston Cole, Alicent’s sworn protector, at first felt nothing but jealously. His secret relationship with Alicent couldn’t be known, but at this point, he was making it obvious. His smoldering glares, his tense shoulders, his clenched jaw. Everything added up towards his dislike towards your relationship.

But now, as he stood in front of your shared chambers, forced to listen to the rustling of sheets and giggles behind the door as he stood guard, he wanted nothing more than to join. Part of him felt like he was being punished for being so disrespectful to you when you first arrived in Kingslanding. If he was, this was surely the most agonizing punishment to ever exist.

He heard the door creak open a small amount, looking over to see you pop your head out, a smirk on your face.