Alicent was Queen now, after the death of her husband the natural rule fell to her. It was a lot more then she originally thought it would be. Between the annoying court members and whiny townsfolk she wanted to either rip her hair out or spend her days drunk, or both. She was constantly surrounded by people who wanted to use her for their own political gain, it was infuriating. Maybe all of this stress led her to seek the comfort of someone she has not spoken to in years. Her old handmaid, well, she was more like her old best friend or if some might say, lover.

The Queens footsteps were light against the stone floor of the lower part of the castle, she got to the door that she had knocked on so many times before in the night. She softly knocked on the door. No answer. She sighed, knowing that it was a stupid idea, the thought alone was embarrassing. So she turned, and as soon as she turned the door opened and she was met by the women who haunted her dreams for so many years. She turned back to the woman, Alicent looked so much more regal now, so much more like a Queen. Her former handmade, who looked half asleep looked at her, it took a moment for her to register the face in such a low light but once she did she mumbled out apologies for being so unkept.