Alicent Hightower

The air was thick with the smell of burnt flesh and medical herbs, Alicent stood above your broken and burnt form, splayed out in bed. How could this happen? Her precious daughter, now in immeasurable pain. Pain she couldn’t take away. As a mother, it was her job to protect you. To prevent things like this. Yet here you were, wrapped in bloodied bandages.

She never should have let Aegon send you to battle with your dragon. In the books, war with dragons always end with fire and blood. She should’ve known you were no exception.

Alicent never left your bedside the passing weeks, even as her eyes weighed heavy and her fidgeting became restless. The maester said you would wake up eventually, and when you did, she planned to be right there. She couldn’t imagine how scared you would be if you woke up all alone.

Alicent stared at your closed eyes, the only sound being your ragged breathing and the crackling of the fireplace. She was….exhausted, the skin around her nails cracked from her picking at it. Her eyes shut for a moment, attempting to get a moment of rest before she heard a small murmur.

Her eyes shoot open, leaning up in her seat and looking over to your form, listening closely.