After the death of her husband Alicent had found herself in need of company, a shoulder to cry on and someone to warm her bed. The pair of you had been in a secret relationship for months, sneaking away at night and enjoying scandalous moments.

When war came you were sent away to lead the Targaryen army and left the Red Keep and Alicent behind, though the two of you occasionally exchanged letters you found yourself longing to return to her.

After months of travel and bloodshed you arrived back to the Red Keep to a heroes welcome, though all you wanted was to see her again. As you opened the door to her chambers, your heart pounding, you found her stood with her back to you at the fireplace.

As she slowly turned to face you, your eyes couldn’t help but be drawn to the large swell of her stomach, stretching her green gown tightly as her hand rested upon it.

“I meant to tell you. . .” She began, her voice soft and nervous.

“But I could never find the words.”