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[greenqueenhightower]

Alicole S2 Scene (My Imagination):

Alicent has just hastily returned to her chambers after making love with Criston. She cannot find sleep and is kneeling beside the warm fireplace, musing on her thoughts. There’s a knock on the door. It startles her.

"Who is it?"

"It's only me, your Grace." She flinches at the sound of his voice. So she’s returned to being just “his Grace” again. It was only a while ago when he whispered her name like a prayer, between breaths.

"Not now, Ser Criston. The hour is late. I must get sleep."

Alicent gets behind the closed door, her hand on the handle. Oh, how she'd want to open that door and let him in. But she restrains herself.

"I just wanted to make sure you’re alright, Alicent."

The pause that follows feels like an eternity. The crackling from the fireplace as it heats up is the sole disturbance of this midnight silence.

"I wish to wake up next to you once," he says as he presses his head softly against the door. "I've never wanted anything in my life as much as this."

Alicent's voice is trembling. "Please Ser Criston, not so loud. What's happened between us tonight can’t happen again."

"That’s what you said last time too," he now whispers.

Alicent finds a weakness in herself that she cannot explain. "No one must find out, no one," she implores him, and then whispers more softly, "Meet me tomorrow morning, at the sept."

"Pleasant dreams, your Grace," he smiles and turns around cautiously, his shadow reflected against the candlelit wall.

He is certain he hears her reply: "Goodnight to you too, Ser Criston."

[greenqueenhightower]

Alicole Headcanons, Vol 1:

@redrosesandcharmingsouls and I have been discussing WAY TOO MANY alicole headcanons and we thought they needed their proper post/ small fic, so if you like this kind of thing keep reading (+ add yours in the tag #alicoleheadcanons 💚🗡️)

Criston Takes Alicent for Midnight Swordfighting Lessons:

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This one takes place just a while after the incident at Driftmark. Aemond has been maimed and Alicent is very insecure and worried about the safety of her children and her ability to protect them. She does not confess her fears of course, but one day when she is lost in her thoughts she lets slip that "I am not even a dragon rider... what am I doing here?" Criston senses her fears and sends a maid to wake her up one night. Alicent complies, exiting her chambers worried that something serious has happened. She finds Criston in the arena, dressed in his armor, the armor she had personally engraved for him (this is a separate headcanon!).

"What's wrong?" she asks.

"You're going to learn how to swordfight," he grins.

"This is so dumb, Ser Criston. I am going back to my chambers," she replies affirmingly and turns her head to reach for the torch on the wall.

Criston throws the sword at her.

"Fight me!"

Alicent is startled as she catches the sword with both hands. She is intrigued by its weight pulling her down. She had never swung a knight's sword before... never thought it was so heavy. She marvels at its well-polished blade where her features are reflected in the candlelight.

CLANG!

Alicent launches an attack which Criston dodges successfully.

"Try again my Queen," he states determinedly, "Your eyes on me this time."

Alicent looks at the blade again. It is sparkling, sharp, and pure; like a sacred promise she can trust, it seems to guarantee that it will not disappoint her. She locks eyes with Criston. He holds his blade up, ready to defend. She swings the sword in Criston's direction once more.

CLANG!

Criston has to swerve and dodge the blade. He seems genuinely surprised.

"Well done, my Queen!"

This effortful exertion has left Alicent panting and crouching on the floor. She slowly gets up, sword in hand, marveling at the extent of its power. She gives Ser Criston a little smile.

"Your turn this time."

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