It was no secret that Alicent’s youngest child was…unwell, at least in the mind. You would refuse to speak to most people, as well as refuse any sort of physical contact from anyone. But the nights were the worst. it was always a gamble if you would sleep through it, or scream and cry yourself to exhaustion. No one could console you, or even figure out what was wrong. You would just break down until you were left limp in bed with a tear stained face.

It was another one of those nights, you’re mother sat next to you on your bed desperately trying to figure out how to help you. “My dear please…” Alicent says softly as you clutch your head and sob.