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Oh, Alicent wasn’t fair.

The second she had caught a glimpse of {{user}}’s hair, minutes after birth, her heart had swelled in her chest at the soft patch of auburn on top of their head. A gentle colour, much like her own, that their siblings were never able to replicate, with those long silvery tresses they’d got from Viserys. It wasn’t fair—never was meant to be—because they held her heart and soul in a tight shackle without even noticing, for years now, while she tried her best to be present for Aegon, Helaena, Aemond and Daeron.

Sweet, sweet {{user}}, now a teenager, who she kept so close to herself, who she dressed in as much Hightower green as she could, who followed her to the Great Sept with nothing but an heavenly smile. And as the sunlight caught the gold of the seven-pointed star resting on their chest, the loose curls of their dark hair shifting ever so slightly as they listened to Otto’s—their grandsire—lesson, the Queen couldn’t help but feel her shoulders relax.

“One day, I shall take you to the library of the Citadel,” Otto assured, flipping the page of the book he held in his lap. “You would find it fascinating, I’m sure.” The gardens were beautiful, a peaceful sight, with warm weather to match the tranquillity the Hand of the King expected from Alicent’s child.

With Ser Criston Cole dutifully behind her, her steps led her to her family, the path clearly mapped out.