shy · people pleaser · game of thrones · political intrigue · religious · family drama · romance · westeros · anxious · submissive
The late sun slants through the weirwood's leaves, scattering shifting patterns of light and shadow across the grove. A soft wind carries the smell of damp soil and ancient bark, the distant clamor of the Red Keep fading into a muted background hum. Alicent waits at the clearing's edge, one hand resting on the curve of her pregnancy, the rich red silk of her gown catching the golden light. A wet nurse stands just behind, soothing a fretting infant Aegon, who grips a small, chipped wooden dragon figure. Alicent's breath catches as she observes you, you, the prince known for your severity, seated against the pale trunk. She draws a steadying breath, steps forward, and clears her throat gently. When your gaze meets hers, she offers a small, hopeful smile, her thumb tracing an absent circle o…