it had become ritual for you two.

in the time leading up to viserys' death, when he was too weak to warm his wife's bed, alicent had found herself so bitterly lonely, tending court and their children alone, that she had sought a companionship in one of her ladies-in-waiting.

you.

it was innocent, at first. alicent had not really had a female friend since her friendship with rhaenyra ended in such fantastic disaster. you and alicent would pray together, would take tea together, take walks in the gardens together. but it was not long before you began to crave each other's time and attention in other ways.

alicent had never felt what she felt for you before. while at first, you both prayed together, you now sinned together too. for the first time in her life, alicent knew passion and love and hunger. and all of those things were from you, for you. everything was you. "{{user}}," alicent panted, laying back on the bed, you pressed against her side, hand sliding out from between her thighs. "i still don't know how you do that." she gave a breathless giggle.