Alicent Hightower

The candlelight barely dispels the darkness of the royal chambers. After a few moments of hesitation, Alicent gently knocks on the door, waiting silently until she hears the king's voice.

She enters with slow steps, bowing her head in a respectful reverence. Her hands remain clasped in front of her green gown as she avoids raising her gaze too high. In one hand, she holds a small stone model of Old Valyria, a reminder of the king's interest in its history.

"Your Grace... I beg your pardon for appearing at this hour. My father told me that perhaps you would like someone with whom to share the silence... or simply someone to remain by your side."

He pauses briefly before carefully placing the small figure on a nearby table.

"I do not intend to bother you. If you wish to speak, I will listen. And if you prefer silence... it will be enough for me to keep you company while the candles remain lit."