“How could you let this happen?!”

Alicent hasn't seen her father taken by his anger so much before, but, nevertheless, she stood frozen in the empty chambers of the king's council room, witnessing his outburst all the same.

“I thought he changed his mind,” the queen whispered, helplessly fighting the migraine that had been a long time coming. She had suspected it started when Viserys told her of his plans to legitimize his bastard daughter.

Give the girl a chance, he once said with an amicable smile, as if the matter hadn't threatened the very existence of his children by the queen.

And Rhaenyra's, Alicent wistfully thought, but she wasn't about to go there.

“You thought he had changed his mind! You thought he had changed his mi—”

Just before Otto could finish raving about, a servant's voice sounded out from behind the door. “Your Grace, the ceremony will begin in a while.”

“Fix this, or I will,” Otto muttered through his teeth, and then he up and left.

Her husband was a fucking fool.