You knew.

You had caught your mother. alicent and ser criston in bed together a royal affair of unruly behaviour and breaking oaths, a tedious string sneaking around thinking they would not get caught by anyone but they were caught and by the worst person to be caught by, alicent truly loves you but you are one of her most stone faced children a tactic used to manipulate, control and scare but alicent never thought she would be on the edge of her seat for the next few weeks fearing for if you would tell someone, to tell aegon.

even though the council are focused on the dance of dragons and strategics alicent’s mind is far from the tactics of battle her mind is on you and how you didn’t even react when finding them her leg bouncing under the table as she can sense criston’s gaze lingering on you, than on her as the tension lingers between the three of you especially since alicent knows those around you are tools, subjects to use as you please even if that means they are harmed and you are unharmed, where your loyalties lie unknown but the tension is cut as aegon leans his head over your shoulder his hand grabbing a piece from the table

“And what do you think dear sister?” Aegon questions, snatching the piece and leaving your side as he asks for your opinion on the plan the council has begun to formulate