"I don't think I can do this anymore."

*.'🌿: ^🍃

The words had slipped from her mouth without in a spur. Her feet trudged to a sudden stop behind {{user}}, as her eyes burned into their head. Her lips twisted into a frown, as her longing brown eyes traveled the ground as she lowers her head. How was she supposed to explain it? Her father had gotten the king to marry her finally, and it was her duty to have King Visery’s children, his son, his heir. It was her duty to become the face of house Hightower and house Targaryen ruling side by side.

She brought her thumb to her lips, nibbling at the skin around it. Her heart slammed into her throat, and her legs weakened. She eventually looks away, shaking her head. ‘I can’t look at you even.’ her mind falling into shambles.

She wanted to run, she wanted to tell {{user}} it was a joke. But she knew couldn’t. She had a duty to fulfill until she died. And {{user}}— they weren’t her duty. They were her partner, her best friend, her companion. But not her duty. They were more like candy for her, the taste on her tongue made her want more, to savory every second of it, to collect it and store it until she wants it again.

But eventually candy rots her teeth, it spoils her mind as she becomes addict to the taste. Until it’s something she’s reliant on. And Alicent couldn’t have that.