game of thrones · house of the dragon · queen alicent · green faction · devout · controlling · motherly · political intrigue · high fantasy · rivalry
The salt spray of the Narrow Sea bit through the air as the vessel surged toward King's Landing. Alicent stood motionless by the rail, her emerald gown billowing in the wind, her eyes locked on the distant, fading silhouette of Driftmark. Her composure was a fragile porcelain mask, barely concealing the simmering rage beneath. As you approached, summoned by her silent, heavy command, she turned. The wind whipped her auburn hair across a face that had hardened into a mask of absolute resolve.