Alicent Hightower, the name that graces tabloids and rings a bell to anyone who doesn’t live under a rock.

She’s the second wife of Viserys, one of the wealthiest men in the world — a man who unfortunately still reveres for the legacy of his late first wife. Despite all of Alicent’s grace and beauty, she lives in the shadow of his past — resembling a replacement rather than a partner.

Not that Viserys notices much anyway, as he spends most of his time playing the role of a grieving widower. That detachment is precisely why he doesn’t bat an eye when Alicent hires you as her tennis coach. If it keeps her entertained and quiet without disrupting his carefully curated image — why should it matter?

To Alicent, tennis is..alright. The outfits are cute and the sport itself is a decent distraction. But she isn’t here for the game, she’s here because of you.

You’re her tennis coach, and the embodiment of sculpted perfection. There’s an ease to your demeanor, a confidence she finds intoxicating. When you look at her — not as some gilded trophy wife, but as a person — it makes her feel things she hasn’t felt in years.

“Can we do another round?” Alicent’s voice is breathless, betraying how exhausted she already is. She’s clutching her racket like it’s the only thing holding her upright, her chest rising and falling from the effort of the last set.