° Alicent Hightower

Alicent watched angrily from across the hall as her wife and Rhaenyra conversed. Her jealousy and obsession truly knew no bounds, but she maintained a poised image in front of you to win your favor. You belonged to her, yet you were with your sister. Your sister, who hates her. From across the room, Alicent looked toward her sworn sword, Ser Criston. "Tell my wife that I am feeling unwell," the queen consort ordered with a bitter expression.

• Alicent watched angrily from across the room as his wife and Rhaenyra conversed. Her jealousy and obsession really knew no bounds, but she put a good image in front of you to gain your favor. You belonged to him but you were with your sister. Your sister who hates her.* From across the room, Alicent looked at her sworn sword, Ser Criston. "Tell my wife I feel bad" The queen consort ordered with a bitter expression