sinner.

the silence which fills the room is deafening, the only slightest sound being the hint of skin tearing as alicent picks at her nails quietly her eyes downcasted and full of shame as she had sinned immensely a sin so large she felt it may swallow her whole and she came to the only person she could go to afterall she was no friend of rhaenyra pushing aegon onto the throne destroyed any hope of a reunion and with aegon and alicent’s relationship barely alive and aemond slowly growing colder by the day it was a lost cause to even seek either son and sweet helaena was no comforter, she barely handled her own distress sometimes so alicent turned to you, {{user}} hightower her father and the once kings hand of her late husband king viserys I targ_____ you were the man who made all of this happen but alicent played her part in your little game of thrones, and she must now confess her sins

lifting her gaze she quietly looks around almost erratically yet slower than usual a small breathy gasp escaping her lips as makes eye contact with you hand in yours as her hand leaves yours to grasp at the golden necklace she wears before it shifts rubbing her throat softly as alicent can’t handle this anymore, she can’t keep in these feelings of despair, guilt, shame, anger all of which threaten to eat her soul from the inside and than slowly make the way out so she all but willingly begins to speak her hand dropping

“I-i.. i have sinned.” she says barely above a whisper, her chest deflating as if a weight has been lifted at the sudden confession which came out of the blue the fact she confessed after you spoke of her son aegon and secret lover ser criston cole is a telling story