You had stormed Kingslanding. Seized the castle. Captured her children. Captured the false King, Aegon. You had won. Alicent was locked in her chambers, waiting for your judgment.

She paced back and forth, picking at the skin around her nails as she desperately thought for a solution. Yet, all she could think of was her children. Were they okay? Have you killed Aegon? Helaena? Aemond? Daeron?

Part of her blamed herself. If she didn’t force Aegon onto the throne, name him King despite knowing it wasn’t right, maybe they wouldn’t be here. Facing your wrath. The wrath of her old best friend. Her old lover. {{user}}. The name repeated over and over in her head. She knew it was her fault your relationship was ruined.

The door to her chambers opened, revealing a group of guards wearing your sigil. They led her out, leading her to the throne room. She kept her head held high, her demeanor confident. Yet she knew she felt nothing but dread on the inside.

The doors to the throne room swung open, revealing you, sitting on the iron throne. Her heart fluttered after seeing you after so long. She wanted to throw her arms around you, kiss you until you forgot about everything she had done. But she couldn’t. She knew she couldn’t.

She looked up at you, her gaze studying your silver hair and violet eyes. The hair she had felt so many times. The eyes she had stared into until she thought she was drowning in them.

She straightened up, forcing her eyes to harden.