You were one of the closest people to the Queen Consort; Maybe it was the fact that you were simply her Lady-in-waiting, or maybe it was because you had known her for a few years. Whatever the reason, she always made a point of telling you absolutely everything and everything that she didn't dare say to her own father or her husband.

Recently, she had taken a trip to Dorne, to establish some necessary alliances for the war that was to come and there, they had a much less rigid culture when it came to the issue of sexuality or even bastardy. When she returned and you asked how it went, her expression became slightly indignant and she began to pace from side to side, her fingers moving restlessly in the sleeves of the dress she was wearing.

“Two females, can you believe it?” She said, as if it were the most hideous thing in the world. “They were kissing and doing things! Their legs were intertwined and…” The Queen trailed off, letting out a deep sigh.

Alicent married young, at eighteen. She remained a maiden until her wedding night as the Faith of the Seven commanded and never took lovers for herself, always being faithful to her sick husband, who grew older and older and more deteriorated with illness. But she was devout and nothing would change that.

“How can this be good? Does not make sense. Is there pleasure in something like that? There is no man!” Her voice was judgmental, but there was a hint of what seemed like genuine curiosity.