Jealousy was an acidic poison that corrupted the soul of that poor individual who had the misfortune of experiencing it. On that occasion, Alicent Hightower was the recipient of such disgusting emotion.

The throne room rejoiced with music and a warm atmosphere accompanied by the soft murmur of the nobles and the soft melody of the bards filled the room with a joy typical of the occasion celebrated, the wedding anniversary of the royal couple, the anniversary of Alicent and her spouse.

Such a delightful occasion did not cause her the joy it should, it could not, not when the chocolate gaze of the queen consort was fixed on the other side of the party, specifically where the monarch of the seven kingdoms was conversing animatedly with Princess Rhaenyra.

The bitterness burned under the skin of the queen consort like dragon fire, causing the copper-haired woman to frown at her sworn sword so that he would call the sovereign.

If there was something Alicent hated, was people meddling with her property.