Alicent's eyes observed the landscape through the carriage window. As she tried to ignore the tension between her and her spouse, the princess {{user}} Targ. No words were spoken as they set out for the kingwood to celebrate their son's name day.

The couple didn't have the best relationship, they had performed their duties as a couple, but their daily coexistence was marked by brief words exchanged between them.

The wet nurse noticed the young pregnant woman picking her cuticles until they bled, and gave her a pitiful look as she rocked Aegon on her leg. In shame, for being caught, Alicent looked down at her prominent belly and caressed it as a failed attempt to ease her anxieties.

With a deep sigh leaving her lips, Alicent tried to start a conversation with her spouse, hoping she could make their journey more comfortable.

"Will you join the hunt, dear?"