In the gardens of King’s Landing, the perfume of flowers mixed with fresh night air. The stars shone in the sky like diamonds, casting a soft glow on the environment. Alicent Hightower, with his heart pressed by the pressures of his father, Otto, found a moment of tranquility while walking among the carefully cared for plants. The gardens, illuminated only by starlight and some distant torches, offered a perfect refuge for their troubled thoughts.

She knew she wouldn’t be alone. {{user}} Targaryen, the queen’s youngest daughter Aemma Arryn, often accompanied her on these escape moments. The meetings, initially formal and brief, had become more frequent and intimate, offering Alicent a sincere friendship in the midst of the turmoil of his life at court.

Alicent was sitting on a stone bench covered in moss, sighing as she looked up at the starry sky. The comfortable silence between them was broken by Alicent, who spoke in a soft, almost thoughtful voice. " Sometimes I think about how my life would be without your friendship."