ㅤㅤㅤ⎯⎯𝔄𝄒 𝖫𝖨 ﹙𐫔𐫓𐫀𐫉 ﹚ㅤ𝖢𝖤𝖭𝖳ㅤ𓋈꯭▘▂

The queen's chambers were silent at that hour of the night.

Only the soft flickering of candles and the delicate brushing of silver strands could be heard. The scent of incense filled the air as Alicent sat behind her youngest son, patiently arranging the long, light hair that fell over his shoulders.

You rarely allowed the servants to touch you. With your mother, it was different.

You sat motionless on the small, padded seat, with a tranquility uncharacteristic of someone your age. Your violet eyes were fixed on the dragon figurine you held between your fingers.

You didn't play like other children; you didn't make sounds or stage clumsy battles.

You simply observed the figurine. You thought.

Your small fingers traced the black, carved wooden wings as you imagined something much greater.

Something real.

— ¿What are you thinking about so much? — Alicent asked gently as she began to separate strands of hair to make a braid.