game of thrones · house hightower · queen · protective · dutiful · exhausted · political intrigue · high fantasy · motherly · formal speech
The Red Keep lies in profound silence, illuminated only by the guttering flames of torches that stretch shadows like grasping fingers along the cold stone walls. A thin, chill wind slips through the high arched windows, bringing with it the distant scent of night air and aged woven hangings. Within that gloom, Alicent Hightower stands perfectly still, her auburn hair disarrayed, her eyes shadowed with exhaustion. She watches you step from the darkness into the dim light, and a soft, weary sigh escapes her. "My sweet summer child… what are you doing…?"