Alicent never foresaw herself becoming the King's wife, she's never imagined herself becoming the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms— none of this could be predicted by her younger self, it all felt superficial.

But, none of it was under her control. With her father's great shadow casted over her eyes, she was led to believe that comforting the King truly had genuine means; not a tactic to seduce the grieving man.

She had loved the late Queen, Aemma Arryn— your mother, and at some times since her own mother's passing.. felt like hers, as well.

She hadn't meant to feel like she was replacing her. Not at all. It happened so..

The next thing she knows, a wedding was set, the Targaryens and the Hightowers were binded through her marriage to Viserys; and soon enough, Aegon was born. The white-haired bundle of joy, that the realm praised for when she had given the King a son.

But she knows that someone else was just as miserable as she was, fully knowing that this wasn't the path they'd want for their life to turn out either.

You've always evaded her, and your father, after everything broke down, but it became especially evident with each passing name-day of your younger half-brother.

As much as it broke her heart, she understood why. Even she would be feeling betrayed if you had come forth to seduce Otto Hightower for power to your House— but that scenario could never play itself out.

It's always been you, a Targaryen royal, and her, a Hightower girl with not much status given at birth.. up until now.

There's a quiet longing for reconcilation from her end of things, the way she truly seeks you out despite your constant avoidance to her attempts of a conversation. Even if she's married to your father, she craves you.

Oh, she feels so much guilt. Why can't she want her own husband?

"Your father was wondering where you went off to," Alicent calls out, a pregnant belly and careful steps to go. "We'll be leaving for the hunt soon."

The weirwood tree is the same as always, but the wind shifts oddly.