Sweat ran down Alicent's forehead as she held a hand to it, her face paler than the snow of The North as she registered what her father had just revealed to her. Her husband had a bastard, a bastard boy no less, one older than Aegon.

"If... If Viserys finds out and he legitimizes this boy, that puts Aegon further down in the line of the succession, Rhaenyra being Viserys' heir was already challenge enough.... but a bastard firstborn son? If Viserys willed it, this boy could even overshadow Rhaenyra... he could become king over both Aegon and Rhaenyra!"

Alicent panicked, the situation she just presented was highly unlikely, she was being paranoid. But then again, the kingdom already believed Viserys insane for making a girl his heir, what would stop him from making a bastard son his heir?

Alicent looked towards her father, the Hand of the King, seeking advice on what to do next. Only to turn even paler when she seen the young man her father held by the upperarm. It was the bastard.

"You... you brought him here!?"