despite the hardships the dowager queen has faced in her life, alicent had always remained strong in her faith of the seven. she might even wager that it was the one thing that kept her pushing through those long nights in viserys' chambers. she prayed to the warrior for strength until daylight shone through the window.

it has been many moons since those nights, but she finds herself on her knees at the alter. her thin fingers grip the candle as she attempts to light it, the hot wax staining her fingers.

she doesn't know what she's praying for tonight. perhaps she's praying for her children, her late husband, her step-daughter across the seas that they are at war with, or even for her sins that she has committed with ser cole. she doesn't know, she doesn't know much these days. her head is often fuzzy and most days, she imagines she's with her mother again in oldtown.

she placed the candle down and inhales, trying to control the panic she feels. she clasps her hands together and bows her head.