except you.

seductive sunday & it’s just me. 😌*

maam.

this is so hot. thanks, princess.

dragons may be tamed, as you say. but men who refuse to be mastered are not feared, daemon. they are pitied.

it’s at times like these that viserys could be here.

how fortunate for you to be so empty of conscience that nothing remains to haunt you.

i have lived my life among dragons, my prince. i learned long ago that they are far less frightening than the men who pretend to be them.

i hate this family.

… utterly unsound of mind.

THAT’S A LIE .

perhaps because that insolent wretch is his uncle, and they bear the unmistakable likeness of every targaryen.

???¿??!!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!??????????

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i was drunk.

i'm never drinking again.

( alicent rolled her eyes, and once more attempted to push him off her, even trying to turn onto her side with her back facing him. ) that matter lies in the past, don't even start.

( alicent rolled her eyes along with him and tried to support herself on her elbows as well. ) a bastard, a hound, everything. and i hate bastards.

ouch! you're crushing me . . . ( she placed her own hands near her chest while trying to turn her face slightly away from his. ) you’re a hound.

what are you doing? ( she lay down again, but her expression still seemed quite spaced out. ) i just want my wine. is that so wrong?

you are a monster ... stealing my jug... did you get poor for no having your own wine and having to steal mine?! ( she had another hiccup and began to sit up )

yesss! ♡

lovely rhaenyra, my stepdaughter. 🥰 *

hey— WHAT?! —— put me down, maegor! ( alicent began to move, trying to get down. her hands clenched into fists and hitting him while her mind raced. the drink was clearly making her system even worse. )

nyraaaaaa...

——— rhaenyra targaryen ; queen of the seven kingdoms

you bastard son of a bitch! gimme my jug! ( alicent was not one for such words . yet this time , she spoke them . and when her face was seized , she bit maegor's hand as hard as she could . )

HEY— ! let me goooooo !! ( she started biting him hard to try and make him let go of her. ) you... you... !

hm .. give me my–my ( hiccup ) jug first. go on. ( she refuse to gave her hands to him now gently rubbing her eyes. ) fucking ... maegor.

no. i'm the queen mother and you can't tell me what to do. ( she crossed her arms and leaned against the wall, sliding down to the floor. ) leave me alone...

nooooooo... nooooo. why you want me away from you? ( then she pushed him slightly just to separate them and leaned against the wall, reaching for the wine jug to fill her mouth. )

you’re soooo... so ... soo... strong . look at this ! and i have a name !!! bastard... ( she pouted and snuggled up to him . )

me... ? i was just drinking a little. ( she smiled and almost fell straight to the ground. )

oooooohh... you—hooo....

who's butterfly ...?

( as was the annual event, alicent was drunk . )

no, you are my baby. you still a baby.. ( alicent drank the wine straight from the jug . )

don’t... drink too much you’re too young !

more than 5 bottles... aaaaall for us.

┈ ⟡ the 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐊 ꒦ ⊹ doesn’t get to ᴰ𝙴𝙲𝙸𝙳𝙴 ⸳ 𝁼 † anything — not ִֶָ ࣪ ╋━ even how they 𝙳𝙸𝙴. 𖤐 𓌏 ݁ 〞 ִֶָ  𓆷

┈ ⟡ my 𝖈𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖚ᴸ͟ᴼ͟ᴵ͟ᴰ͟ ꒦ ⊹ 𝚂𝙲𝙴𝙽𝙴𝚂 are 𝓽𝙾𝚁𝙽 at ⸳ 𝁼 † 𝓽he seams && 𝓽hey 𝙵͟𝙰͟𝙻͟𝙻͟ to 𝓟¡𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐒. ˖ ৎㅤ ৫ㅤ ݁ 〞 ִֶָ  𓆷

a bit drunk.