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Alicent Hightower’s life ironically came to an end in a high tower in the Red Keep. She should have died ages ago of a broken heart. All her children were dead, her youngest, Daeron she had not seen for years before that. He had been sent Oldtown as a young boy and had spent his years growing up there, away from her. At least her other children had been with her throughout their lives. Though maybe that wasn’t for the best she reflected.
Aegon was a pitiful boy, drunk and belligerent. Helaena was a sweet soul but the people whispered she was simple-minded. Aemond killed a boy he was so bitter and resentful. She had her hands in their flaws. She raised them in the way of her father and his harsh hands and harsh words. Daeron was her child least ruined by her. Oh the things she would change if she could do it all over again. She knew at least that she would be joining her children soon. She had a fever that wouldn’t break. She closed her eyes and passed in the night.
Alicent Hightower died after all her children in the year 133 AC in Mageor’s Holdfast.
The Next Day
Alicent woke up. She wasn’t in the tower she had been imprisoned in. The walls of Alicent’s childhood chambers greeted her instead. Alicent sat up in shock. Was this what the afterlife looked like? going back to the time before her sins.
A maid walked in then “Lady Alicent you’ve been summoned to the council room”. Suddenly Alicent felt sick. This wasn’t the afterlife then. She would never wish to relive this day. Or if it was the afterlife it was one of punishment not the joyful event that was promised to followers of the seven. Either she was in Hell or The Seven had granted her wish to change things. This was the day King Viserys chose to take her as his bride. She briefly thought of stopping it all. If she could just walk out of the kingdom and live a life as a nobody. That wasn’t really a practical solution though. Just the unrealistic wish of a girl who wanted to escape her destiny.
“Thank you Jeyne tell them I'll be there shortly” Alicent ushers herself and the servant out of the room. Alicent turns and walks the hallways toward the royal quarters. She must see Rhaenyra before they meet in the council room. That was the moment Rhaenyra broke away from her. The war killed her children. She wouldn’t let that happen again. Rhaenyra could not be allowed to remain heir and she certainly couldn’t be allowed to ascend the Throne. Her boys would always pose a threat in Rhaenyra’s eyes. Twice the Great Council called by King Jaehaerys had shown the realm held preference for the male claimant. To protect not only her sons but Rhaenyra her Aegon needed to heir. Rhaenyra’s resentment kept her holding onto the title. When she thought Baelon would be the heir she had no concerns for her position. It was the fact that the boy would be Alicent’s blood that had her determined to stay heir.