Fools. All of them.

Alicent's disappointment was evident, a frown present as well as her ever-growing exhaustion from dealing with each council meeting— she still had her place there as the Dowager Queen, afterall. Her experience as a ruler who had kept everything going during the late King's absence from court, and yet..

"I believe that Prince Aemond should be the King's regent, your Grace." Ser Criston states, unmoving from his chair and staring at the other Lords seated at the council, but never at Alicent. A man will always go after power.

"Well then, I suppose it is settled." They've dismissed her time and time again, she should have known it by now that once Aegon usurped the throne from his half-sister, her own control over the crown would falter, all due to being a woman.

Everyone in the small council had marked their support for Prince Aemond to advance as Prince Regent, except for you.

Deep-sunken eyes sweep over to your direction, a foolish flicker of hope that you might somehow retort against their collective opinion regarding her son. Her reckless, power-hungry son.

"You have not spoken since the meeting has started, Lord {{user}} ." Alicent states, all before her sleeves slip down from the table— retreating back into her seat. To save herself the embarassment and the pity to come for being confident that they'd place her as regent.

Aegon's recovery can wait.

They had seven kingdoms to run.