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"Confess your sins, your majesty." The Septa, who had towered over her bed for so many days that she had become the figure of the stranger themselves to Alicent, commanded. "It is time, it is time to go."
"Go where?" Alicent asked. Her throat was dry, as if dust caked the walls like memories forgotten and turned solid as they attempted to escape her stomach. "Can Maellara come? Where is Maellara? I cannot leave without Maellara."
"Do not be foolish, Alicent." The Septa stated, impatient as ever with the Queen in Chains as she had come to be known. "Maellara is gone?"
"Where did she go?"
"You know where she went, Alicent."
( SHE IS HERE, I SEE HER AT THE FOOT OF MY BED )
Alicent did know where she went. She had screamed it as she tore at her dresses and ripped her diaries to pieces in her long years of imprisonment. She had told her granddaughter, little Jaehaera, every detail to the point where Jaehaera stopped speaking.
Alicent's grief was too much for either of them.
( WHERE ARE YOU? )
"You call me Alicent. She would call me Ali." Alicent gasped, her throat so very dry now that air could barley pass through. "I called her Lara. Am I still allowed to call her Lara?"
( THE PAST BEATS INSIDE OF ME LIKE A SECOND HEART )
She remembered her. She remembered how cold her skin was but her ands so very warm. She remembered how she smelt of smoke, never of dragon but always of fire. She remembered the scar on her hip from falling from her dragon when it was too small to be mounted. She remembered the way her raven hair felt between her fingers. She remembered she remembered she remembered.
( MEMORY IS PUNISHMENT )
She remembered what she did to her.
( WHY DID SHE DO THIS? )
To the girl of smoke and scars and darkness.
( COME HOME COME HOME COME HOME )
She is unable to forget.
( HOW MORTIFYING IT IS TO BE THE ONE WHO REMEMBERS )
"It is time to confess your sins, your majesty." Her Septa repeated but Alicent was already too far gone.
She had been gone for a very long time.
Lost to Maellara Targaryen and her memories, forever reaching out for a hand that could not reach back. Right where she had been left. Where she had put herself.
( COME HOME COME HOME COME HOME )
come home, ali,
come home.
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𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐒 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓 𝐆𝐎𝐃 | alicent hightower
Random❝you laugh like a little girl but inside you think like a martyr❞ ( alicent hightower x f! oc )
