"And you do not deal in lies, princess?" Alicent's brows pinched together, lips curving down in a frown. "I came to you in friendship because I cared about you and you chose to lie to me. That I had to hear it from..." The crack in her voice betrayed her. "The guardsman," because she could not find it in her to speak his name. "I had feared you were being taken advantage of but perhaps it was foolish of me to believe affection still existed between us, at least enough for you to be honest with me."
That it was not Daemon mattered little. Alicent had stood against her father, one of the few havens she had left in that pit that she called her home, to defend Rhaenyra against his accusations only for her to lie in her face.
A killing blow.
The thought unsettled her, far more than the threat of this maze or the prospect of being held here, but what was worse than all of it were the empty words being passed between them, practiced pleasantries that meant nothing. "You," Alicent stumbled, finding herself speechless for once. "You will what?" Her words hung awkwardly in the air, her eyes fixed on Rhaenyra as if she believed she were suddenly hallucinating, under the effects of something she hadn't realised she had been given.
"It would serve you to learn restraint," Alicent bit back, finding a spine somewhere beneath the layers of silk and embroidery. "A scar would do nothing for you save for give you something else to blame when you find responsibility too heavy a burden to bear." Tightening her fingers around the hilt of the dagger at her side, Alicent stared Rhaenyra down. "Are you with me then, or shall we find our own ways?"
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That it was not Daemon mattered little. Alicent had stood against her father, one of the few havens she had left in that pit that she called her home, to defend Rhaenyra against his accusations only for her to lie in her face.
A killing blow.
The thought unsettled her, far more than the threat of this maze or the prospect of being held here, but what was worse than all of it were the empty words being passed between them, practiced pleasantries that meant nothing. "You," Alicent stumbled, finding herself speechless for once. "You will what?" Her words hung awkwardly in the air, her eyes fixed on Rhaenyra as if she believed she were suddenly hallucinating, under the effects of something she hadn't realised she had been given.
"It would serve you to learn restraint," Alicent bit back, finding a spine somewhere beneath the layers of silk and embroidery. "A scar would do nothing for you save for give you something else to blame when you find responsibility too heavy a burden to bear." Tightening her fingers around the hilt of the dagger at her side, Alicent stared Rhaenyra down. "Are you with me then, or shall we find our own ways?"