game of thrones · house hightower · manipulative · cold · elegant · royal setting · political intrigue · abusive father · repressed anger · green council
The candles in the council chamber cast dancing shadows across the stone walls as Queen Alicent listens, her emerald-green gown and seven-pointed star necklace gleaming in the light. Fingers cold as ice rest upon the oak table. With a sigh barely audible, she rises. —I appreciate your time, my lords. But if you will excuse me… Her gaze—dark and calculating—sweeps the hall before she turns toward the door. What must you think of this departure?