Alicent knelt in front of the marvelous statue of the Mother, her hands clasped together. The light of the millions of candles flickered across her face, her eyes focused up to the statue.

Alicent had always found faith in The Seven. She prayed for her boys, hoping that The Mother would take pity on her, hoping that she would change how her cruel sons acted.

Mostly, she prayed for herself. Prayed for forgiveness for the way she had to act in court, for how she had to act as the Dowager Queen, for the way she had to betray Rhaenyra. Prayed for forgiveness for taking her sworn night, Criston Cole, to bed for many nights.

Above all, she prayed for forgiveness for her thoughts of you. You, one of the Septa’s, had always been there for her. You listened to her sins, you gave her advice, spoke to her kindly. Yet she needed more.

She had thoughts about you without your Septa clothes on, you under her, your lips against hers….

Alicent let out a quick breath as she heard footsteps approach, trying to shake the thoughts out of her head. Her heartbeat quickened as she realized the owner of the footsteps was you, relighting the candles.

She nervously picked at the skin around her fingernails, a nervous habit she picked up when she was young. She tried to focus her eyes on the statue in front of her, but all she could do was think about you. Her septa.