[ Alicent knows of at least three vampires within this house, two of which she would name friend, and now she can identify more. A number far greater than she — or any other human — suspected. With no stories or films to bias her against them, she knows only what her companions have told her of them. They are human-like creatures that want for blood. Some are bad, no different from men, who often view women as things, after all, vessels for pleasure and children.
Even so, this seems an inauspicious occasion. Unsteady legs carry her to her feet, then along the table, stopping only to let the more frantic among them pass. A glimpse of Targaryen silver distracts her. Rhaenyra. No, her children. She reaches out, unthinking. ]
We should not stay here. [ expression startled, more by this unfamiliar face than the events surrounding them. ] This place has done harm before.
[ Alicent lifts her other arm, emerald sleeve falling to her elbow. A jagged scar marks her otherwise unblemished skin, stitched shut. ]
autumnal massacre.
Even so, this seems an inauspicious occasion. Unsteady legs carry her to her feet, then along the table, stopping only to let the more frantic among them pass. A glimpse of Targaryen silver distracts her. Rhaenyra. No, her children. She reaches out, unthinking. ]
We should not stay here. [ expression startled, more by this unfamiliar face than the events surrounding them. ] This place has done harm before.
[ Alicent lifts her other arm, emerald sleeve falling to her elbow. A jagged scar marks her otherwise unblemished skin, stitched shut. ]