[ This girl cannot be much older than Helaena, and she has every shade of her colouring, matched to an alarming degree. Some of her strangeness, too. An otherworldly look that only Targeryens possess. And the trappings of a royal who does not know to run of her own accord, besides, when she has always been fiercely protected.
Perhaps that's why Alicent reaches out, seizing her by the arm with a reassuring squeeze. Her mouth quirks, faint but there. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees one of the bodies atop the table writhe, extending their bleeding wrist to a lurid mouth. ]
Come, I know the way.
[ And she does, already guiding them through the chaos. Another couple nearly jostles Daenerys, but Alicent shields her on instinct. Their fellows represent less of a threat than the honoured guests, to be sure. Even so, a crowd can be as deadly as a dagger when unrestrained. ]
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Perhaps that's why Alicent reaches out, seizing her by the arm with a reassuring squeeze. Her mouth quirks, faint but there. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees one of the bodies atop the table writhe, extending their bleeding wrist to a lurid mouth. ]
Come, I know the way.
[ And she does, already guiding them through the chaos. Another couple nearly jostles Daenerys, but Alicent shields her on instinct. Their fellows represent less of a threat than the honoured guests, to be sure. Even so, a crowd can be as deadly as a dagger when unrestrained. ]