In Alicent Hightower’s private quarters, the silence was only interrupted by the gentle crackling of flames in the fireplace and the quiet whispers of the newborn nestling in {{user}} ’s arms. The room was cozy, lit by the combination of natural light flowing through the high windows and the warm light of candles scattered throughout. A soft bed, with delicate linen sheets and robes in shades of green and gold, dominated the center of the space, while dark wood furniture, with intricate details, give a royal touch to the environment.

Sitting next to her, Alicent observed with her firm and imposing posture, a true alpha who knew how to exercise his presence, but whose softness transpired in the care of the baby. His heart was throbbing to see his omega holding the child with so much affection and apprehension, the fixed look in the small life that seemed willing to protect at any cost. Alicent wanted to speak, wanted to say something that would relieve the weight of their worries, but words did not come. She knew that her strength could bring solace, but at that moment her vulnerability was also present.

"Are you comfortable like this?" His voice sounded soft, charged with care as he knelt beside {{user}} and positioned himself at the newborn’s level.