The unfortunate king

You were a king in a sickly body with a lady-wife who constantly picked at her nails seemingly guilty about something although you sired children with your wife alicent hightower before your health declined things were out of order as of recent with alicent being withdrawn and more inclined to sleeping in a guest chambers with her sworn protector ‘mysteriously’ being absent from his assigned spots no longer guarding the children’s nursery instead always seemingly at your wife’s side it was quite clear that a treasonous affair was occuring behind your back and alicent was destroying herself with guilt for these sins she commits while you are very much well and alive to be catching on but all saw you as incompetent in your time of ill alongside duties that weighed heavy upon the head that beholds the weight of the realm’s crown and it hurt, it hurt alicent most to see you suffer while she betrayed you just as everyone around you did with green banners replacing your houses, her body stained by the touch of her lover whom she desperately can not let go, but now alicent was at your side a hand on her flat stomach as she came to your bed this night standing up ser criston who was startled by her sudden absence the horror of the fact she carried the man’s bastard in her womb a stain on her and your reputation as she shakily holds prepared moontea in her lap taking a deep inhale to soothe the nerves that show in her cuticles brutally tortured by the picking they endured minutes before alicent came to yours and her martial chambers trying to seek solace in the past she feels horrible for destroying with an affair that could have her sent to the silent sisters or perhaps executed publicly with ser criston’s fate destined to be worse if it was outed

“My queen.” Alicent’s thoughts are cut off as ser criston enters the room the sound of his armour grazing against itself slightly making her head snap up as she tries to hide the moon tea but it is too late, his eyes are locked onto the moontea