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I
Vivid
“Do you remember?” her best friend asked, a smile on her face, before gulping down a handful of Dornish berries.
Alicent laughed at the sight of it. “What?”
Her friend swallowed the last of the berries before clarifying. “The day we met. Do you remember?” She went to lie down, her head resting on the sweet summer grass, her violet piercing eyes gazing up at Alicent.
How could Alicent forget. Both girls had only been seven years of age. It had been her mother’s idea.
“The princess is but a few months younger than Alicent. They’ll soon both grow into young ladies at court. Shouldn’t they be allowed to revel in each other’s company? They might learn from each other.”
Alicent had accidentally overheard the conversation between her parents that day, standing just outside of their chambers, waiting for them to finish before entering. The door had been slightly ajar, allowing the little girl to peek inside.
“Princess Rhaenyra is exactly that, a princess.” Her father had said. “Their stations are very different. I don’t think the King would be delighted to hear about…”
“Otto,” her mother had interrupted him, whilst grazing his face with her gentle fingertips. “It would do her good. Besides the King is in the same situation. I imagine the princess could do with some friends as well.” Her father had thought of something to say, Alicent could see it even when his face was covered in the shadow of her mother. He hadn’t gotten the chance. “Besides, the King also has a wife. Every mother wants the same thing… for their children to be happy. Perhaps she will convince you as I have you.”
“I… uhm,” he had begun, though he suddenly stopped after Alicent had balked into the room, running up to him, giving her father a deep hug.
“I want to,” Alicent could vividly remember saying. “I want to befriend the princess.”
Her father had caressed the hair, followed by a defeated sigh. “I’ll speak to King Viserys about it.”
A few hours after the small council meeting, Alicent had found herself standing in front of Queen Aemma’s chambers, her father’s hand on her small shoulder, as he used his other hand to knock.
Alicent had attempted a courtesy, after her father nodded at her. “Your Grace.” She had said. Alicent imagined her voice had been in a high pitch, it usually did when she grew nervous. That and bloody fingers.
It wasn’t until she had eyed the little girl, that her nerves finally eased. Rhaenyra was the spitting image of a Valyrian. Long silvery hair, vivid violet eyes, piercing straight through her. That had never changed. Against all her expectations, the princess hadn’t been less nervous herself, fumbling with her necklace. Alicent had almost forgotten she was expected to do a courtesy for the princess too.
“Rhaenyra!” Alicent said laying down next to her on the grass, trying her most indignant voice. “Of course I remember.”
Rhaenyra grinned at her, as she turned towards her, her weight now resting on her elbow. “You forgot to do a courtesy.”
“No way! I remembered!” she said, feigning anger in between her laughter.
“Not the first time,” Rhaenyra said to her, her violet eyes piercing into Alicent’s. She explained further. “It was after my grandfather died, your father came to be Hand of the King, the Hand of my great-grandfather. You and your family were welcomed into the Red Keep and made your way to me and my father. All your brothers bowed for me, yet you forgot to do your courtesy.”
Alicent turned the other way in playful anger, her back facing Rhaenyra. “That’s not fair. I was four!” She could hear the other girl laughing as she grabbed Alicent’s shoulder and pulled her back so that she was facing her again. “Besides you don’t even remember, it just an old jape you use to tease me over and over.”
“True,” Rhaenyra admitted. Then her face turned into her smug face once again, and Alicent knew the teasing was yet to end. “Though I also don’t remember you using a courtesy today.”
“You wouldn’t want me to,” Alicent countered.
“True,” her friend answered, laughing. Alicent laughed along with her and everything felt just as it was meant to be.
II
Vigilant
Alicent didn’t know how many hours it had been. It had felt like an eternity, resting her back against the tree. The sobbing had stopped, mostly. Though the taste of blood was still in her mouth, as she moved her jaw. The only question that was left to wander in her mind was: Why? Why her?
The world had stopped for a good twenty seconds and then begun again. Though she wasn’t sure if she wanted to be a part of this new world. That is not until she saw a pair of piercing eyes staring at her from the distance. Vigilant violet eyes, as if guarding her from all the horrors this new world was going to throw at her. As soon as she was discovered, Rhaenyra took her first step towards her, followed by another, her pace growing quicker with every stride.
Alicent noticed tears in those eyes and wondered if her own eyes were glassy still. Rhaenyra gentle took ahold of her hand, pulling her fingers out of her mouth. Her blooded nails had never looked this worse. But there was no judgement there. Rhaenyra had pulled her hand away out of worry, out of love perhaps.
“I’m here,” she said soothingly.
“Rhaenyra,” she cried, wrapping her arms around her. Her friend embraced her, gently rubbing her back. Alicent felt a tear of Rhaenyra stream across her cheek and wondered if her friend felt the same. Only then, she finally asked her question aloud. “Why her?”
Her friend didn’t answer right away, perhaps not knowing quite what to say, even when she was normally so eloquent. Though her warmth alone was maybe enough to grant Alicent the slightest feeling of comfort. “She… did not deserve this,” Rhaenyra finally responded.
Alicent broke at those words. “She didn’t.” She pulled her head up from Rhaenyra’s shoulder, pressing it against her chest instead. Letting all brakes and etiquette loose, she sobbed uncontrollably at the unfairness of it all. Her mother was the example she thought of when she pictured a noble lady. She was who Alicent was aiming for to become. It had been her mother who was there for her at every step. She had always known what was best for Alicent, always knew what she had wanted even if Alicent herself did not.
Her father had been broken since her mother’s passing, shattered into pieces. He had lashed out against Alicent, asking her if she truly wanted blooded fingers at her mother’s funeral. She could only run away. In her heart she knew her father had been stricken with grief, the same as her.
“My father,” she said to her friend, not even fighting her tears. “He… he hit me.”
Rhaenyra looked at her, piercing right through her emotions. Her violet eyes turned from compassionate to furious, to compassionate again. She shushed her soothingly. “It will be okay.” She wiped a tear from Alicent’s cheek with the sleeve of her crimson gown. “It will be okay. I promise.”
Then and there, in the loving embrace of her friend, Alicent for the first time let herself belief that maybe it would be okay. Maybe Rhaenyra could fill the void in this new world.
III
Vibrant
She could hear the roar from miles away. Sooner than later the golden winged beast came flying in. If it wasn’t for the fact that her best friend rode on Syrax, Alicent would have been frightened for her life.
“Almost room for two!” came a shout from atop of the dragon. Alicent couldn’t withstand a short chuckle.
“Hopefully not too soon!” she responded, shouting to overcome all the noise to reach Rhaenyra. It was a running joke between the two of them. In truth, Alicent looked forward to fly through the skies with Rhaenyra to hold. However, the thought was equally exciting as it was terrifying. “I’d like to stay alive, thank you,” she said when her friend stood before her, smelling of dragon breath. Though Rhaenyra’s own delightful fragrance was still noticeable underneath.
“I would protect you,” her friend assured her. Then she feigned the part of a knight. Lowering her voice to make it more convincing. “It is my noble duty to keep you safe, my lady.”
“Gallant. Gallant,” Alicent said, keeping up with the jest. “If not a bit much.” She laughed.
Her laughter was met with an eye roll of her friend. “You do it then,” she dared.
Alicent did not take the bait. “I fear that I may not be good at playing the part,” she answered. “I would be a much better damsel in distress, wouldn’t you say?” Along with her last words, she put one of her hand palms helplessly against her forehead as if she was going to faint or swoon.
“What if I want to be the damsel for a change?” Rhaenyra jested in response.
“No, you cannot possibly.” Alicent made her tone very dramatically.
“And why is that, if I may ask?”
“Because, I, my knight, am not a dragonrider. So it is imperative that you rescue me.” Both girls laughed, as Rhaenyra shook her head in defeat. Alicent realized the were probably already expected in the Red Keep by their Septa. “Will you finally come in to the carriage with me?”
As Alicent laid her head to rest on her friends shoulder, she was met with vibrant violet eyes, staring at her in confusion, as if trying to pierce her very thoughts. Alicent supposed she could also share them. “You smell nice.”
Rhaenyra smiled briefly. “Don’t I smell of dragon?”
“A bit,” Alicent confessed with a chuckle. “But do tell me, do you have a new perfume or something?”
“As a matter of fact I do.”
It had smelled familiar. Though she hadn’t been able to put her finger on it at first. “Do you want to smell mine?” she asked, while basically shoving her wrist under Rhaenyra’s nose.
Rhaenyra sniffed and let out a laugh. “Just fishing for compliments are you?”
Alicent smirked, they had applied the same perfume. “Pink rose fragrance, is subtle yet irresistible.”
“It was your mother’s right?” Her best friend asked.
“You knew?” she asked incredulously.
“Of course,” Rhaenyra answered. “Thought it would make a pleasant surprise. Do not ask me how I know.”
“That is so sweet,” Alicent said, giving her friend a quick peck on the cheek. “Though I kind of want to ask you how you know now.”
“Just don’t,” Rhaenyra stated, slightly blushing, barely containing a laugh.
“Okay then,” she said smugly. “Keep your secrets.” She knew for sure that Rhaenyra hadn’t asked Alicent’s father. The man was not really approachable for any girl other than her. She thought Rhaenyra’s father would be easier for Alicent to talk to than vice versa.
“I just did it because I want to be there for you.” Her smile was bright. “I love you.”
“Thank you,” she said as she hugged her friend. “Love you too.”
For the first time since her mother had passed, she allowed herself to be truly happy again. She had Rhaenyra after all.
IV
Vacant
Rhaenyra had stormed off somewhere, the faintest hint of tears covering her beautiful eyes. Alicent had heard it from her father. This was yet another thing the ladies had in common, though not a thing Alicent had ever wished for. For Rhaenyra had lost her mother as well.
The tourney had come to a swift halt at the perilous news of Queen Aemma’s demise. The king had traded his wife for a son, an heir. Not like it would matter for Rhaenyra, she had just lost her mother.
Alicent found Rhaenyra at their three, staring at something – or perhaps at nothing at all – with vacant violet eyes. She had never seen her friend like it, it was worrisome, frightening even. She attempted some High Valyrian that her friend had tried to learn her, but she couldn’t for the life of her figure out the right words. “How… how do I say I’m sorry?”
Her friend glanced at Alicent, who still stood in front of her, and then stared in the distance again. She spoke the words with more grace than her emotions allowed for. Alicent tried to repeat it, but she was met with Rhaenyra shaking her head. “No… that’s not how..” Her voice cracked. Rhaenyra took a deep breath and swept a tear from her eye. “It was sweet of you to try.” She flicked her eyes at Alicent, before averting them swiftly and speaking almost inaudibly soft, like a whisper: “Avy jorrāelan,”
While Alicent did not know the words, she knew their meaning and smiled softly at her friend, hugging her. “I love you too.” She swore she could see the slightest smile appear on Rhaenyra’s face, before fading as swiftly as it had come. “May I sit?”
Rhaenyra patted the grass next to her. When Alicent sat down, Rhaenyra took her hand as she sobbed, leaning her head on Alicent’s shoulder. “You’re bleeding,” she cried.
Alicent retrieved her hand, somewhat ashamed and examined it. She had tore her skin around her nailbeds. Nervous bloody tick that she had, she would always pick at her fingers in times of stress. “First my brother this morning and… now… seeing you like this.” She met Rhaenyra’s piercing gaze. “It’s excruciating. I… I imagine I…” she paused to think: “I observed you before I came to you… seeing you so… so empty… I didn’t know what to do. I think I ruined my fingers then. I don’t remember.”
“It’s okay,” Rhaenyra said. “It will be okay.”
“You know what’s not okay?” Alicent asked her friend. She shook her head in response. “That you’re comforting me, while it should be the other way around.”
“I like comforting you,” she answered. “It makes my forget my own problems.”
“Still,” was the only thing Alicent could think of to say, she hated how high-pitched her voice sounded when she was emotional.
“Do you think my father’s happy?”
“What?” Alicent asked, puzzled.
“Now that he’s finally gotten his son. The one he wanted all his life.” As opposed to before, when Rhaenyra had said she wanted her father to have a son, she now sounded bitter… jealous.
“Not at this price.” Alicent answered, truthfully. Not that she knew Rhaenyra’s father well. “I think he loved your mother.”
“You really think so?” Rhaenyra asked, tears in her eyes.
Alicent asked herself if King Viserys had looked the way at the Queen, like she looked at Rhaenyra. “I do,” she finally said.
V
Vigorous
“I never thought this day would come,” Rhaenyra admitted, whilst Alicent, standing behind her, put a crown on her head, allowing it to compliment her silvery complexly braided hair.
“It suits you,” she answered. She could barely believe her eyes as she looked in the mirror. Rhaenyra looked powerful, dignified and intimidating. Though if there was one feeling Alicent imagined her friend to have at present, it was vulnerability. In spite of it, her outward impression was nothing of the sort. With her silvery hair, her crimson gown, her piercing Targaryen eyes, Rhaenyra looked ethereal.
“I don’t know if I feel like me,” Rhaenyra said, hesitant.
“You look beautiful,” Alicent said. “You were always meant to play this part.”
“How so?” Rhaenyra asked, turning around so that she was now facing her friend. “My father prayed for a brother, for as long as I can remember. Only now that mother’s dead, he thinks I am worthy enough.” She looked hurt.
“Your father loves you,” Alicent answered. “I’m sure he regrets not seeing your potential earlier.”
“What would you know of it?” Rhaenyra snapped. “You’re not his daughter.”
“I… I-” Alicent stammered. She wasn’t sure what to tell her friend. Her father had urged her to visit King Viserys’ chambers from time to time. “I don’t…”
“Your own father,” Rhaenyra interrupted her. “Has he never overlooked you in favor of your brothers?”
That stung, but Alicent sighed before answering to remain her poise. Rhaenyra was just acting under a lot of stress. “He has always assured me that noble ladies play a key part in this world as well.”
“Equal to that of men?” Rhaenyra asked, sarcastically.
“Not equal,” she answered. “Different.” Rhaenyra rolled her eyes. “Which is how you look right now. You’re not merely Princess Rhaenyra anymore. You are the Princess of Dragonstone. The King’s heir.”
“Will the realm accept me? Or reject me, like they did with Princess Rhaenys?”
“I would accept you as Queen.” Alicent answered truthfully. “As would my father. He told me it was his suggestion in the first place.”
“Only because he despises Daemon I imagine.”
Alicent didn’t see the use in starting that discussion. “Rhaenyra… I need you to listen to me. Look me in the eyes.”
Rhaenyra looked at her with her beautiful piercing eyes. “Your father named you his heir. He’s finally come to see you as you are. If he declares his faith in you, the realm will have no choice but to do so as well.”
“I don’t want them to only respect me because my father tells them to.”
“Then show them,” Alicent replied. “Show them what you’re capable of. If your father can’t convince them, you will.”
Rhaenyra looked at her with vigorous violet eyes, eyes that could lay waste to armies, eyes that could burn cities to the ground, eyes that could most certainly convince the men of the realm that she was worth following. But above all, it were the eyes that Alicent trusted and for a moment the strength of her eyes faltered, showing that sweet vulnerable side of Rhaenyra.
“Thank you,” she said before turning around, allowing Alicent to add the final touches of her ceremonial gown and crown.
“They’ll love you,” Alicent whispered, will placing her hands on Rhaenyra’s shoulders. “I’m sure of it.”
Rhaenyra grabbed Alicent’s hands and pulled them forward, so that her friend was now hugging her from behind. In that moment Alicent knew that whatever the world was going to throw at them, they would remain inseparable.
VI
Valiant
It did not usually get this late. Alicent sat on the bed of her best friend still clad in her black gown from the feast. The first feast in King’s Landing since Queen Aemma had passed. Rhaenyra has persuaded her sworn sword Ser Criston to sneak out with a bottle of Bravooshi wine. How she had gotten him to comply was a mystery, but Alicent had found it daring and she felt daring tonight.
They were on their third cup. The wine of Bravos was sweet, not all bitter like the junk they sold in Westeros. Everyone said it was an acquired taste, but Alicent couldn’t figure out by Seven Gods why anyone would want to acquire that taste if wine from Bravos was that much sweeter. Rhaenyra had worn a most stunning black dress, still in mourning for her mother. Alicent had joined her out of solidarity. It had quickly become a jest during the feast to call them the Black Sisters. Because they were inseparable, they hadn’t left each other’s company. But how could Alicent have left her friend? Not when she needed her most.
They had quickly began a game of dare. Two times you were allowed to truthfully answer a question instead. Both of them had three passes, usable for both dares and truthful questions. Repeated dares or questions were forbidden.
Alicent had only used one pass and one truth, as she felt daring tonight. She wasn’t sure if it was the wine that did it. She thought not. Rhaenyra had drunken the same amount and she had but one pass remaining.
It was the princess’s turn. “I dare you to chug your entire cup.” She smirked.
“That’s almost cheating,” Alicent complained.
“Almost…”
“But a dare is a dare, here goes.” She gently pushed the cup to her lips, smelling the sweet scent of the wine, eyeing Rhaenyra one last time before gulping the entire thing down. Immediately she felt like she had to let out a burp, but at least she remembered to have the decency to cover her mouth with her hand. Rhaenyra burst out laughing. “Now it’s my turn,” she grinned. “I dare you to sing a song–,”
“– Should be easy enough,” her friend interrupted.
“In High Valyrian,” Alicent said, finishing the dare.
All Rhaenyra’s hope seemed to fade. “Yeesh, I don’t think you want to hear that. Shall I just drink instead?”
“That’s a different game.” Alicent smirked.
“Fine,” she replied. “I’ll use another pass.” It was her last.
“Bummer.”
“Believe me that’s not a bummer for you,” Rhaenyra said in between laughs. When she recovered she said: “My turn again. I dare you to–,”
“Pass,” Alicent practically screamed.
“But I haven’t even–,”
“I know but I had two passes remaining anyway.” She smirked. “My turn again.” Alicent paused and doubted if she’d do it. She felt daring. “I dare you to kiss me.”
Rhaenyra blushed a little. “I… I,”
“No passes remaining,” Alicent said triumphantly.
The princess chuckled. Suddenly, her face turned serious, as if she let all doubt sail. Alicent was met with valiant violet eyes, as her friend leaned in, their lips made contact. Alicent felt a jolt shoot down her spine at the electric touch and reciprocated. She grasped her friends hair and reveled at the feeling of it between her fingers. Rhaenyra moved closer and then further away, teasing her, but Alicent followed, closing the gap every time. When she remembered what actually the two of them were doing she broke off the kiss. Rhaenyra stared at her, a blush on her cheeks. It was the first kiss for both of them, how awkward. Rhaenyra chuckled and Alicent burst out laughing.
“You’re a good kisser,” she told the princess. She laughed as she said: “The best I’ve had.”
“You were not half-bad yourself.” Rhaeynra smirked. “Want to do it again?”
“What?”
“I dare you to kiss me.” Alicent did not use her pass.
She wasn’t sure if it was the wine talking, but Alicent reveled with each contact of their lips. Kissing her friend had felt as wonderful as she had imagined.
VII
Vulnerable
“Kneel with me,” she demanded, more so than asked. But it was meant to come out as soothing, loving perhaps. Alicent knelt in the Sept, surrounded by the scent of hundreds of lit candles.
Rhaenyra looked at her, doubt in her violet eyes, yet she slowly walked closer and knelt next to her. Their elbows touched as they held their hands in prayer.
“I find this is a way to be with my mother,” she said vulnerably. “Here in the quiet of the Sept, I feel close to her.” She looked at Rhaenyra, then immediately down to her hands. “I know it sounds foolish.”
“I don’t think it’s foolish,” her friend responded right away, glassy eyed. “I don’t.”
Alicent smiled. “Good,” then grabbed her hand. “Because I thought you might try.” There was still doubt on her friends face. “Íf not for me, then, perhaps for them,” she said, gesturing to the statues of the Seven. She knew Rhaenyra had nothing with faith, but she might find comfort in in now. Alicent gave a match to her friend so that she could light her own candle.
After that, Rhaenyra appeared at a loss of what to do. “What do I say?” she asked, hesitantly.
Alicent smiled at the princess. “Whatever you wish,” then met her eyes. “It’s only for you and the gods to know.”
Her friend all but nodded and gave it try. They sat in silence as Alicent prayed for good health, for her mother’s wellbeing, for her continued guidance, for that she and Rhaenyra would ever remain friends. It didn’t take long before Rhaenyra broke down in tears. Alicent grabbed her friend’s elbow softly, giving it a few comforting squeezes. Rhaenyra met her eyes briefly before looking down. But Alicent had seen them; vulnerable violet eyes.
“I want him to see me as more than his little girl,” the princess cried.
“Mine own father does not know the language of girls either,” she said in comforting manner. Rhaenyra and her had a way of conversation, a way of touch, that was incomprehensible for the minds of older men. Perhaps sometimes incomprehensible for themselves as well. Alicent often find herself thinking where she and Rhaenyra actually stood, but she continued: “When I wish to talk to him, I know that I must make the effort.” She gave Rhaenyra a last comforting squeeze.
“Thank you,” were the words that came from her friends soft lips at the verge of tears. Rhaenyra grabbed her hand. Alicent softly kissed the top of her head.
“He loves you,” she stated. “Deep down I know he’d wish to talk to you, as well.”
Rhaenyra wiped her eyes with her sleeve. “You think so?”
“I know it,” she answered. Alicent knew it for a fact, she had spoken with his Grace just a day past. He had asked her to keep their talks a secret from Rhaenyra and she tried to keep her promise, but it stung. She wondered why she chose his Grace’s wishes over the interest of herself and her friend. But deep down, she knew it came down to fearing what her father might say. Alicent had always thought that with Rhaenyra she wouldn’t have to live in fear. She prayed to all the Gods that that would one day be the case.
Rhaenyra hugged her, deeply. “I love you,” she said, sweetly.
Alicent almost broke down herself. “I love you too.” She wondered if Rhaenyra also thought about their kiss of a few weeks ago. The details were all but hazy, but in the end they had blamed it on the wine, they had remained close friends. In her heart Alicent knew, truly knew, that she would not need wine to kiss her friend again.
They may have said I love you oh so many times, but now Alicent knew she wholeheartedly meant it.
VIII
Vengeful
His Grace stood with his back towards the table, staring out of the window, as the final members of the small council arrived. “Good morrow, my lords,” he said, gathering evryone’s attention. The tension was high in anticipation of the King’s new bride.
Alicent had never been part of a small council meeting, her lord father had dragged her along. She knew why. She hated the why. While her father shone with confidence, Alicent herself wasn’t sure how this was going to turn out. She feared her father’s reaction if things were to go astray, yet she also feared the reaction of her friend. Rhaenyra. Oh Rhaenyra, what would she think if the Hand’s wishes were granted.
“I assume you all suspect why I have called you here,” the King spoke, switching his gaze between his daughter, the Sea Snake, the Hand and Alicent. His glance to her was brief, but nerve-wrecking. “I have decided to take a new wife.”
There was a silence in the room – short of some whispers – as the lords looked around, gauging everybody’s reaction.
“I intend to marry…,” His Grace began, taking a sigh in between his words as he met the eyes of everyone in the room. King Viserys looked at his daughter, who gave him a confirming nod. He then shifted his gaze to Alicent.
She couldn’t stop scratching her nails. Perhaps this had all been a mistake. The feeling grew even worse when she met the eyes of her friend. Violet eyes that stood so lovingly normally, where now filled with confusion. She almost heard Rhaenyra think. What was Alicent doing in a small council meeting? If the princess had no business there, what would be said of the daughter of the Hand?
The princess glanced at her father, then back to her, and back to her father, a realization of dread was in her eyes. Alicent felt her stomach turn. She still hadn’t confessed to Rhaenyra about her visits to his Grace. She drew a sharp breath as she felt tears well up in her eyes. Of course she had known what her father had intended, when he had asked her to console the king wearing one of her mother’s gowns, she was not a bloody fool. But she had done it anyway. Perhaps if she simply had not listened, if she hadn’t tried as much, if she had been more forward with Rhaenyra, none of this would have happened.
Because Viserys didn’t need to tell her who his bride was going to be. She already knew it could one be one person. Her. The King swallowed as if to regain composure. “… the lady Alicent Hightower. We shall be wed before spring comes to an end.” Alicent gasped, suddenly hit by the reality. It was done. Her father smiled satisfactory, but she felt sick. She scratched the skin under her nailbed, feeling blood well up against her cold fingers.
Lord Corlys grew angry, spoke of his House being of Valyrian descent and how all of this was one major mistake on the King’s behalf, but Alicent could not care less as her focus lay with her best friend. They had been best friends for over seven years. They had japed together, prayed together, gossiped together, feasted together, dined together, learned together, comforted each other in dark times, held each other strong, made each other happy… they had kissed. But there was none of that left when she gazed into Rhaenyra’s eyes. Vengeful violet eyes met her from across the room. The fire in them was perhaps only outdone by the tears in the princess’s eyes. She was broken. Rhaenyra stormed out of the room, following the Sea Snake and Alicent just stood there.
She gasped, put her hand in front of her mouth and sobbed. The King and her father… they both didn’t understand her, did not understand the language of girls. Alicent had always been sure what the bond between her and Rhaenyra really meant, but now broken in pieces, she didn’t know anymore.