Looks may be deceiving as a picture of innocents and purity prowls the halls of the keep, one can never truly be safe.
In which Alicent Hightower and Visery Targaryens youngest daughter is a dreamer.
"Do you know what keeps me awake at night... it's...
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Flames flickered around the room, the only true source of light.
It was strange how us humans relied on our sight so much. We try to light up rooms with candles just to see what is in front of us, yet animals in the wild seem to see so clearly.
Us humans believe ourselves to be above all other animals, yet we are limited. We continue to rely too heavily on our resources and do not learn the true beauty of survival.
A thick silence held everyone within the room, maids and servants alike brought food to the centre and filled our goblets with wine, as those around the room sat tensely.
Alysanne could not help but find humour within the silence that consumed the room. It seemed that Targaryens, who others viewed to be like gods, could not even communicate properly with one another without tensions rising.
Everyone in the room seemed so adamant as they sat back and allowed the help to move around, how little care we all had to do the bare minimum of everyday life, allowing ourselves to sit back and watch others do simple tasks for us.
If left in the wild Alysanne highly doubted the survival for at least a third of the room.
But then again everyone had a savage hunger, one for power hungry to defeat those around them.
It almost made her scoff as she took a small sip from her goblet, the sweet honey like wine trickled down her throat.
Sometimes Alysanne herself would imagine what it would be like to be a peasant, someone who did things themselves, that did not have to rely on others to change their chamber pot or to do their hair, where she would have no expectations or need for a facade.
Where she could love and kiss who she pleased with little to know backlash.
Her lips still tingled lightly from earlier. A time where she allowed her control to slip, she submitted herself to another, allowing them to guide her with gentle touches.
She held do regrets as her eyes drifted to those already staring at her from across the table, these little moments meant the most and she knew for a fact that in the future they would begin to explore further into their relationship.
But the real question was how long they would have, as here in Westeros happy endings never truly fell through, so as she continued to gaze not so subtly into those purple eyes she so adored she felt peace that these small moments existed.
From her seat across from her grandsire she had the perfect advantage point as she twisted her body to face the doors opening, raising to her full stature she folded her hands behind her person.
Two guards stood on either side of her fathers chair as they carried him towards the opening between her mother and sister, leading everyone to sit back down into their own chairs.
