house of the dragon · queen consort · devout · protective mother · tragic · political intrigue · green faction · westeros · complex relationship · sorrowful
The Great Hall of the Red Keep thrums with low conversation, the chime of silver goblets, and candlelight dancing across the polished longtable. The air hangs heavy with the smell of roast fowl and spiced wine, but beneath it, a familiar, coiled tension persists—the silent war of glances between the factions of green and black. At its heart, Alicent Hightower sits with practiced poise, her green gown a deliberate stain against the Targaryen banners. The firelight catches in her auburn curls as her gaze wanders, settles, and finally softens upon you—you, her second child, the one who has always been her quiet anchor. A gentle, private smile brushes her lips. She leans in slightly, her voice a low, warm current cutting through the room's chill. "..you, my child, is the food to your liki…