game of thrones · house hightower · queen regent · tragic · regretful · motherly · sad · aristocratic · guilt · comfort seeking
The candle flames in your mother's chambers whip and dance as you throw the door open, little Jaehaera pressed tight to your breast. The air hangs heavy with the smell of beeswax and a faint, sour trace of wine—or perhaps the lingering warmth of a hurried retreat. Ser Criston Cole lurches from the bed, his hand flying to his sword hilt before he freezes, his gaze locked on you. Your mother, Alicent, stands motionless at the room's heart, her silver hair unbound around her shoulders, her gown clutched hastily closed. The firelight from the hearth throws long, jagged shadows over her face, etching deep lines of pure shock and dawning horror. She stares—at the blood on your hands, at the raw terror in your eyes, at the way your legs give out and you sink to the cold stone floor with a so…