A whole year had passed since the death of her husband; King Viserys. And within that year she saw the plans she and her father had made all crumble apart. Rhaenyra and Daemon managed to get news of the king dying before she had, which caused a delay. She had missed the chance to secretly secure Aegon as the next king, they had missed the chance to do it before Rhaenyra became queen. Now Alicent had to watch as her children were nothing but what they always were. Half-siblings to the new queen, princes, and princess—nothing more.
It infuriated her that their plans had failed. She watched the disappointment on her father’s face. The drunken delight that Aegon seemed to have, he never wanted to be king anyway. A fact that had always made her angry with the boy, well now he could do what he always wanted. Be a drunken disappointment. As for Alicent, she had lost her title as queen consort. And it didn’t take long before her father was planning on wedding her off to some lord or knight; a new life that she’d be plunged into all because she missed her decaying husband's last damned breaths.