Alicent Hightower Imagines

Charity and Honor

Alicent Hightower x Fem!Reader

Requested by Anon

Request: Anonymous asked: "Lord (Character) has directed me to take her in for charity." Alicent x Fem reader hotd

Alicent paced the receiving area as she waited. She was used to close friends of Queen Aemma's snubbing her. But most people were appropriately polite. This Lord, however, was testing her patients.

A Hightower cousin of her father's had come into some trouble with a lord... Gerrad Maller, she thought his name had been. However, she wasn't certain and wished she hadn't left the letter with the information she needed in her rooms. The relative had written to her saying that taking in a young lady would settle all the issues their house faced with the Lord without a battle. Which seemed a rather good deal to Alicent so she had readily accepted. How much trouble could a girl be?

The queen had risen with the dawn and been at the front gate ready to receive the girl in the carriage that the Hightowers had provided to ensure she would arrive safely. Noon came and went, no girl, no carriage. Even Ser Cole had returned and told her the roads were clear for several long stretches and no one travelling to the city had seen a carriage broken down for miles.

"Mother?" Aemond said quietly as he made his way towards her. She was pacing back and forth along the front steps of the keeps courtyard but stopped when Aemond approached. "What is it?" He pressed.

"Rudeness. I use my time. My valuable time..." She complained, though mostly to herself, trailing off not wanting to weigh on Aemond's mind. When Aemond did little more than take up vigil and wait at her side with her she sighed out her frustration and explained. "Lord Hightower has directed me to take her in for charity."

"The Lord... the one who is Grandsire's cousin?" Aemond asked, referring to Otto and she nodded curtly. "Have you sent Cole out to check..."

"I have checked the roads twice. Traders have been arriving all day for the market, none have seen a broken-down carriage. She was supposed to be here this morning." Alicent ranted. Aemond was thoughtful and looked up at the sky for a moment with his arms folded behind his back.

"I suppose... I should be reluctant to leave home. If I were younger. Perhaps I would even snub a queen for a moment longer with my family" Aemond said eventually in a thoughtful way, careful to not accuse his mother of assuming the worst, as she tended to do. Alicent glanced at him and she sighed.

"I imagine you are right." She surrendered and nodded thoughtfully. The gates before them finally opened and she strode forward upon seeing a carriage with the Hightower sigil on the doors and horses gear.

"Lady (Y/N), your grace." A guard dressed in red and black said as he hurried to meet her halfway. When the carriage door opened the girl stepped out and Alicent had to force her face to be as flat and expressionless as she could.

The girl's hair was matted, clumped up around her shoulders. Her face was hollowed and tired, drawn as if she had seen many horrors and would never heal from such a sight. Alicent swallowed the scolding that had leapt to her tongue and reached for the girl's hand. Being closer Alicent wondered how in the world the girl was finding the strength to stand for she was so thin her clothes hung off her and up close she could see welts and lumps clearly from a beating.

"(Y/N)... I... I hope your travel was... well." Alicent stuttered out when all other words failed her. At least, the only other words she could find would have resulted in Aemond and Vhagar on the air sent after your attackers like a hound after a fox.

"Yes your grace, thank you, your grace." You said with a voice so sweet it made tears prickle in her eyes as you gave her the most sincere smile she had received since she was wed to Viserys.

"Come, we shall get you bathed and fed." Alicent said quickly. Aemond was staring at you in a way that made you shy closer to Alicent. Receiving a sharp look from his mother, Aemond shook himself from his shocked stupor and hurried along behind you both. Alicent led you to the set of rooms that were to be yours and left you with her handmaidens promising that she would return.

Otto was not surprised when Alicent burst into her rooms. "Did we do that? Our house?" She spat out and gestured to the door. Otto sighed and held up a roll of paper which she snatched from his hand.

"It seems our charity may not be enough to smooth this over. Regardless of vows made." Otto frowned and looked rather troubled. Alicent unrolled the scroll and read, sitting on a chair to the side of her father's desk.

"That brute has other girls? Well, I shall take them. I am the queen and he cannot... Father, the grace of the gods keep that girl alive." Alicent's voice was serious and hard as she closed her eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. "What must have happened to her..."

"Alicent... She is unaware but the last of her sisters died this morning... that is why there was such a delay in the departure from Oldtown. I have not long received the information." Otto watched his daughter carefully. Fury built in Alicent and if it were not extinguished she would allow it to build as if it were the last embers in a tundra.

"How many girls?" She asked.

"Thirteen. Eleven legitimate of which (Y/N) is the youngest and only survivor. The two illegitimate children... I believe one lives. I have agreed that House Hightower should take the Maller's land if possible. After more investigation into what started the issue, we found that the small folk are suffering severely, those who work in his house make wild accusations and if the man flees... I dread what harm he may do. I will meet with the king this evening."

"I will join you. This is... murder. Brutality! It will not stand." Alicent snapped out and her hand flew up to her mouth. "I... shall take her as my ward if it will protect her."

"It may. From more than the father. My understanding is house Maller holds lands that aid with trade during the winter months. I would have to find more but, despite being a small relatively insignificant house, the route they upkeep is valuable." Otto warned. Alicent nodded and handed him back the letter. She felt an odd sickness as she thought over everything she had learned.