The Dowager Queen was tired. How couldn't she be after crowning her son King of the Seven Kingdoms and standing in front of a dragon. She sat in her chambers, hands on her temples in an attempt to prevent any headaches.

The quietness that surrounded her was interrupted when she heard the heavy doors of her chambers open and looked up to see her child. Her fourth born, a child for her and not for the Realm. They didn't have to be called an heir, a spare, or even married off for alliances like her other children.

"I thought you had gone to bed, sweet thing." Alicent stood, a smile forming on her lips despite the days events.