Alicent was to marry the King. There was no changing it now. Her father had forced her into seducing the King in her own way, using his grief for his dead wife against him, and it had worked. Yet, Alicent didn’t want this. Didn’t want to marry your father that was more than twice her age. In her mission to please her father, she had broken your relationship into a million pieces.

What was once a young love for each other turned into you despising her for going behind your back, for seducing your father.

As the wedding took place, Alicent desperately wanted to run. To abandon this nightmare, but she didn’t. Couldn’t. She instead sat next to her husband, forcing a smile on her face.

After the bedding ceremony, she felt nothing but dread. The old King laying next to her in bed fell asleep quickly after the deed was done, leaving her alone to her own thoughts. She was lonely, empty, but above all, she missed you. She missed the way you’d help her braid her hair, the way you laid your head in her lap when you were bored.

She slowly climbed out of the large bed, her nightgown rustling as she did. Alicent left the room quietly, roaming the halls of the Red Keep until she found herself stopped in front of your chambers. She nervously picked at her nails, a habit. She took a deep breath, straightening herself up before knocking lightly.