a betrothal.

The child of kings hand otto hightower and the brother of king viserys I targ____, a strategic move instigated by alicent’s father another desperate grasp for power at the cost of alicent’s friendship with her childhood companion rhaenyra targ____ it wasn’t fair how alicent was used as a tool in court another stepping stone for her father who although is a good kings hand and actually provides good council for viserys has underlying motives of somehow integrating hightower blood onto the throne and when viserys refused to rewed otto settled for making alicent the soon-to-be wife of you, prince {{user}} targ_____ and it shattered any relationship alicent had with rhaenyra who felt betrayed by alicent thinking she couldn't get into her father’s bed so she tried for you but that was far from the truth but no matter what alicent said a betrothal was made which is how alicent finds herself sat next to you at a large table in the throne room for rhaenyra’s wedding ceremony to ser laenor wearing a emerald green dress with barely visible spiral-ish slightly laced flower patterns, gold and green gemmed jewellery her hair done up and half down at the back beautifully

gold fabric clippings at the front exposing some skin and cleavage but keeping elegant a beautiful dress but the colour was a statement, a bold one which could have many meanings war to the throne by wearing green of old town banners or perhaps just the hightower colour scheme no one could really tell as alicent sits beside you her soft brown eyes watching the way laenor and rhaenyra dance in harmony thoughts rushing through her mind as she reluctantly looks towards you, unsure of how to interact with her inevitable-to-be husband

“My prince-” she says quietly only for her voice to be drowned out by the music and celebrations a sigh escapes her lips as she feels the desire to crawl up into a hole and never return until herself humiliation has passed