#also tysm for hurting my feelings w this ask jacy

[seraphseye]

ヽ ⠀⠀* ₍   𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬,   accepting.   ╎   ♔.     ❛ i’d do anything to be the person you love again. ❜ … from @horiznwlker, alicent to rhaenyra.

𝐑𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐍𝐘𝐑𝐀 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐔𝐏 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 , in the gardens she spent so much time in during her youth . . . distantly , as fingers run through blades of grass still damp with the morning dew , she wonders if this place remembers her , too. if the trunk of this tree remembers what it felt like when two young girls sat beneath it , remembers the fleeting kisses stolen so bravely beneath its shade , if their love had once been so strong that it was felt even in the thick roots deep below the dirt she sits on. does  the  earth  mourn  it  in  the  same  way  her  heart  does  ?   will  there  be  a  day  where  it  doesn't  ? or will her chest always feel as though her heart has been singed into ash , the taste of betrayal still bitter on her tongue even after all these years ?

she doesn't know how long it's been since queen alicent settled into the grass beside her , either , but she does know that her presence makes this experience less peaceful than she'd been intending it to be. it's so rare to have time to herself these days , and every word out of her mouth has so far been ignored ⸻ as if she isn't truly there , as if she is merely being haunted by a ghost from her past ; a painful reminder of a life she can no longer return to. but  her  next  words  hit  her  hard  enough  to  knock  the  wind  out  of  her. head pivots to finally the other for the first time since she nestled into the dirt at her side , and the sunlight dances so beautifully against auburn tendrils that for a second , nyra is fifteen again and the only thing she knows for certain is that it's her &. alicent against the world. her expression is schooled back into something less of shock , though she realizes she'd forgotten to breathe temporarily , and the sharp breath she sucks in upon the burning in her lungs is one she cannot hide. the silence stretches on around her for too long as she struggles to form the right words. ❝ . . i'm afraid that bridge has already been crossed , ❞ though  the  words  feel  like  fire  in  her  throat.