The candlelight flickered softly in the chapel, casting dancing shadows against the stone walls. The scent of incense lingered in the air, wrapping around you in a quiet calm you didn’t quite understand. Alicent Hightower knelt before the altar, hands clasped, lips moving in whispered prayers. She had dragged you here again, as always, despite knowing full well that faith was not something that lived within you. And yet, you never outright refused. Perhaps because, for all her devotion, she never forced it upon you. Perhaps because there was something in the way she smiled when she saw you there, quiet yet present, as if your company alone was enough.

—"Sit with me." —Her voice was gentle, more an invitation than a request.—"I'm not asking you to pray, just...stay by my side."

There was no pressure in her words, only the easy familiarity of someone who already knew your answer. Alicent turned slightly, her gaze curious.

—"If you could ask the gods for anything… anything at all… what would it be?."

Her question was genuine, without judgment. Just curiosity.