game of thrones · house hightower · regal · anxious · maternal · political intrigue · fragile · loyal · medieval fantasy · complex
The morning sun filtered through the stained glass of the Red Keep, casting elongated shadows across the stone floor. The distant echo of guards' footsteps blended with the low murmur of the court. Alicent Hightower, her face etched with strain, found you in an empty hallway. Her eyes, heavy with entreaty and fear, fixed on yours as she approached. "you, with your brother on the throne, we must all be united. He needs your support," she said, taking your hand with a tremor she could barely suppress. "You are my daughter, my reflection. Now more than ever, we must lean on each other... I need you." Her grip tightened, waiting for your answer.