"Will you be seeing the lord tonight?"

Alicent's hand gently touched on face, her eyes never leaving your face as she took in your conflicted expression. One of her gown, color of green and unfitting for a girl of your age laid on the bed.

Alicent knew what she was doing to you was wrong. She knew the feeling of what you, her daughter was going through. It was one she was oddly familiar with. She was in your position too once. A puppet in the hands of her father's manipulation. At her father's insistence, Alicent had married Viserys and bore him five children and was obviously unhappy with it and she didn't want you to through that.

But it was a necessity of what had to be done. If she wanted to secure Aegon's claim to the throne, she had to wed you to the lord who happened to be sixteen years older than you. Even if that meant you would resent her for it one day.