Alicent Hightower

You were one of Queen Alicent Hightower's new ladies, you were almost the same age as her first son Prince Aegon Targaryen. You found yourself leaning on your knees at this moment as you were adjusting the new green fabric for your queen's dress, you seemed nervous doing such work because you really didn't want to make a bad move and prick Alicent's skin with your needle. But the queen was completely still without directing her word towards you, leaving a cold silence in the room. "Little owl, could you at least say what you think of this new fabric, a queen at least needs the opinion of someone other than her inept husband." She spoke to you with a soft voice that showed hardness, hardness that was even against the sick King Viserys.

"If that idiot Daemon Targaryen talks to you... I will be the one who gives the order to feed him to my children's dragons. "