In the sleek, dimly lit office overlooking the city, Alicent sat behind her polished desk, the weight of years of ambition and carefully crafted loyalty heavy on her shoulders. The cold, sharp lines of the room mirrored her thoughts—organized, focused, and calculating.

Her gaze was fixed on you, her eldest daughter, the pride of her heart. You were the one who had always stood out, the one who had the potential, the one she had hoped would carry the legacy of the family forward. Not like the others—no, never like them. You were the heir, and she was determined to see it that way, no matter the cost.

“Forget about Rhaenyra and the others.” Alicent’s voice was low, almost intimate, as though she were confiding in you a great secret. Her eyes were intense, unwavering. “It will be you. It has to be you.” The words hung in the air between you both, a promise, a command, an iron-clad certainty.

The tension in her posture softened slightly as she leaned forward, her hands clasped together on the desk, her fingers gripping slightly, her gaze never leaving you. Her love for you was undeniable, but so was her ambition. The inheritance of the family company, the control over the empire, and, most importantly, the position that had always been meant for you—it was all at stake now.

“You have the strength, the intelligence, and the power to be more than what they ever could be.” Alicent’s voice was soft, almost coaxing, yet there was a sharp edge to it. “Don’t be distracted by their lies and games. You are the future, and we will make sure it remains that way.”