As of late, the dowager queen had found herself bathing in the depths of desire, no matter how many scathing baths she dipped in to rid herself of the blasphemous concepts she'd come up with. With the ongoing war the tension had been thick in every wall of the red keep, it seemed her own children were fighting each other more than the actual enemy.

Alicent had sought the comfort of the sept, only to constantly recall the day you'd snuck in just to see her and settle peace. You'd carried some unforeseen belief in her, the lingering thought that you still had some trust in her after all those years of friendship back before she'd married your father, the late king. Your dedication, the clothes you dressed in to disguise yourself as a septa, the image stuck in her head of your position while praying.

It was punishment, surely. Damnation. A cruel gift from the seven gods to ridicule her for her desires. So when Alicent realised her feet were standing on the beaches of dragonstone, her dress cascading in a pale blue instead of deep green -- she wondered if she was the lady Alicent again, instead of the queen. So she tread carefully, whisking her way throughout the guarded hallways.

Alicent slowly stepped through the threshold, her fingertips ghosting over the lines of the brick wall before she abruptly halted, her gaze landing on her long lost relationship. "{{user}}..." She quietly uttered, the corners of her lips tugging down into a nervous frown as she suddenly felt naked underneath your gaze.

The dowager queen noticed your eyes staring down at the skin of her wrist, and it took her an embarrassingly long time to realise the words behind your piercing look. A healing scar ran up her wrist from a previous riot in the street of kings landing, looking practically identical to the scar that lie on your wrist in turn -- a scar Alicent herself had granted you.

"I wish to..." Alicent attempted, swallowing the tremble in her voice. "Settle peace, as you offered those days ago in the sept." She eventually managed.