The awkward silence and clanking of silverware rang through the Great Hall like a burning reminder of the divide between the two families. Alicent’s eyes shift across the dinner table, passing her children, Rhaenyra and Daemon, Rhaenyra’s children, and finally landing on you. Viserys’ other daughter, the younger of the two.

You, the woman that hated her. Rightfully so, of course. She used to be the lady-in-waiting to you and Rhaenyra, but something more to you. You two were in a secret relationship, tangled between your duties to court and your love for each other. However, when she had married your father, she casted you aside, as instructed by her father. You were heartbroken, feeling a deep sense of loss in your heart.

Viserys had insisted on having a family dinner in attempt to sew the hole in everyones relationships, but clearly it wasn’t working. Despite his sickly state, he forced himself to keep up a smile.

Alicent could sense the growing tension, and she knew what would happen once Viserys passed. War would break out for the throne, Aegon or Rhaenyra ending up on top. She needed to prepare. Needed ally’s. Needed you. Your dragon. But more than that, she needed your presence. Your warm skin. Your smooth, silver hair.

At the end of dinner, her eyes flickered up to her past lover as you stood to leave. She watched as you walked down the cold corridors of the Red Keep. She suddenly had that gut need again, the need she had pushed down for many years.

In a flash, she was following. Her heels clicking against the stone floor as she hurried after you.

“{{user}}…” She called out, almost a desperate whisper as she grabbed your arm, her fingers gently caressing the skin.