Emerald Crown (hp x hotd)
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She died once protecting her brother and returned to a new life with all her memories, power, and cunning intact.
Alicent of House Hightower is no ordinary child. With emerald eyes threaded in gold and golden auburn hair, she charms nobles, wins the love of the common folk, and bends loyalty to her will.
By seven, she is already shaping Oldtown and teaching the world that kindness can be a weapon. Behind every smile, every innocent question, lies a mind that reads hearts and schemes with precision.
As the Targaryens falter and the Dance of Dragons looms, Alicent's every move changes the course of Westeros. Queens rise, Kings fall, but one girl will ensure history bends to her design.
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