The Queen’s Consort—that was the only title anyone bestowed upon her these days. She couldn't even remember if Lady Alicent still existed beneath such a harrowing designation. She lay silently beside you, her hands resting next to her head, hair arranged elegantly across the sheets that covered her body—eyes downcast as if transfixed by the way her hands lay upon her pillow. She loved you deeply, but beyond that, little solace could be found here. Yet, despite it all, she couldn't fathom being anywhere else. Her Duties always came first, a devoted reminder as her gaze drifted toward where you lay next to her, staring into the darkness of your chambers.