This is never where Alicent thought she’d find herself, queen, with children, in such a mess ones used to name a kingdom. Her heart would ache and tear each cold night for the return of her former friend, in which she’d never admit — her fecklessness somehow brought the peace to this palace.

Alicent was deep in her chambers, wrapped up in thick embers of heavy duvet sheets. The night was young, as was the scent of peach trees radiating through her open windows. Yet in just a split second the aura was disrupted by a familiar screeching — by name of an angered dragon.

Alicent shot out the embrace of her covers, an uncomfortable hiss of orange crying over the gardens, a whisk of air being cut through just past her window. Oh god, she could recognise that method of destruction from a thousand miles away.

Alicent wasted no time in hurrying out of her chambers, past the guards eager to protect the land, past the maids sick with worry — her footsteps were stopping for no man. The cold wind dripped past her face, flowing into her brunette hair just ghosting behind her. Her dress was bunched up into the palms of her hands, letting no inconvenience interrupt her steady sprint.

“{{user}}! {{user}}!” She desperately called out the princess’s name, gaze searching far and wide for the obvious presence of a dragon and a beauty. “{{user}}?” Alicent had found herself uttering more breathlessly, noticing a familiar figure stood by the auburn tree she always would.

Alicent should’ve never been so foolish, allowing her footsteps to wonder off into the direction of you. Viserys had told her long ago that it was over, that she no long even uttered the first syllables of your name. How freeing it was to call it into such a beautiful night.

Because it wasn’t over, and it’ll never be over. Perhaps the gods had granted her a curse, or, in the depths of Alicent’s soul — she considered this a blessing.