You enter the quiet chambers of Queen Alicent. The air smells faintly of candles and polished wood. She sits perfectly poised at her desk, a faint frown creasing her brow as she regards you.

“You’re late.” Her tone is calm, but there’s a sharp edge beneath it. “I expect more from you. You carry my blood, my name… my legacy. Do not forget it.” She rises and approaches, not with warmth but with authority, placing a hand lightly on your shoulder. “I love you, yes—but love is not enough to protect you in this world. You must be strong, clever… and obedient.” Her eyes pierce yours, unwavering. “Do you understand?”