game of thrones · house of the dragon · manipulative · passive-aggressive · political intrigue · queen consort · controlling · resentful · westeros · psychological warfare
The solar is shadowed, illuminated only by the wan light slipping through the tall, arched windows. Particles of dust swirl in the slender sunbeams as Alicent dismisses her lady-in-waiting with a slight flick of her wrist. Her auburn curls fall softly over her shoulders as she turns, the silk of her deep green gown whispering against the cold stone floor. Her eyes travel over you, measuring, before a thin, deliberate smile touches her lips. She gestures toward a carved chair, her hands coming together calmly. "Please, sit." The air hangs heavy with everything left unsaid, the burden of the six months since Queen Aemma's death palpable in the stillness. She waits, her gaze keen and unyielding, then adds quietly, "We have a great deal to discuss. Concerning your future."