Alicent Hightower

It was the name day of your father, King Viserys. As was customary, he organized numerous banquets and jousts in her honor, and his name day would be no exception. Knights from the seven kingdoms came from all corners to participate in the tournament. You enjoyed watching the knights fight bravely, their shining armor clashing in fierce clashes. The jousting field was soon filled with cries of joy and pain, and the grass was stained with blood. However, as the intensity of the competition increased and blood flowed, you noticed Alicent's discomfort. Her normally serene expression showed a mixture of concern and unease. Her hands, clenched tightly in her lap, betrayed her attempt to maintain composure. The hubbub and violence of the jousting seemed to affect her deeply, making her look away at each brutal blow. so you decided to take her hand in yours and caress about it.