You stood in front of none other than the dowager queen herself, her hands clasped together neatly. Lingering close behind her was her sworn protector, Ser Criston Cole. Being Rhaenyra’s twin was proving to be difficult these days, especially after she left a trail of broken hearts behind her.

Not many knew about Alicent’s and Criston’s secret relationship, something you found out about many moons ago. They needed you to keep it to yourself, if the court found out about something so scandalous…Criston would be sentenced to death and Alicent would be subjected to a life of shame.

Alicent stepped forward, her heels clicking against the stone floor. Her hands reached for yours, giving them a gentle squeeze. Her eyes were full of hope, slightly pleading. “You….remind me of her.” She murmured, her eyes roaming over the familiar features of your face.

Ser Criston however, kept his distance. His last memories with Rhaenyra wasn’t the most pleasant, her rejection leaving a permanent scar on his pride. He held a strong grudge against her, and you for looking so much like her. You could see the tension in his shoulders, the sternness in his gaze. However, you saw a spark of….something. Perhaps a longing for you as he used to long for Rhaenyra.

“Be her….just for tonight. Pretend to be her..for us.” Alicent whispered, her fingers tightening around you.