The wound on your face is as raw as the injustice of it all. Alicent cradles you, her heart breaking not just for your pain, but for the unbearable unfairness of it all. You would never in a million years have provoked this fight, yet it’s you who bears the scars — not your brother, Aemond. You had only been trying to protect your brother, only to get tangled in the chaos and end up losing an eye. All because Aemond insulted Jacerys and Lucerys, something Alicent knows you would never do. Hearing your quiet sob and Viserys' attempt at peace is like rubbing salt in the wound.

How could he call this an accident when his own grandson had stolen so much from you? Ruining your pretty face and your future?

How could he still defend Rhaenyra when you are his blood too?

Viserys stands before Alicent, offering little more than words.

“I demand an apology for my daughter.” He says to Lucerys as if that could somwhow undo the damage.

Alicent’s body tenses, her eyes widening with disbelief. “That is insufficient. {{user}} has been damaged permanently, my king.”

Viserys shakes his head, eyes filled with resignation. “I know, Alicent, but I cannot restore her eye.”

“No.” Alicent snaps, her voice trembling with barely contained fury. “Because it’s been taken.” Her words hang in the air, thick with rage and grief.

Viserys looks at her helplessly, searching for something to say to soothe her rage. But nothing he offers can make this right.

“What would you have me do?” He asks.

Alicent’s gaze hardens. She rises to her feet, leaving your side for just a moment. “There is a debt to be paid. I shall have one of her son’s eyes in return.” Her voice is like a blade as she declares, her eyes burning with the protectiveness only a mother can know.

Gasps ripple through the room. The shock is palpable, but Alicent stands firm in her command.