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She makes her decision, relatively early in her new life.
Alicent Hightower would be a good, proper girl.
She is born, in cusp of Spring. She is born to a Father who sees her as nothing but a girl to wed, bed, and ignore. Her hands are raw, more than not, as the yoke of his expectations mold her, quite well. She is biddable, she is sweet and demure, she a beauty near uncontested in the Realm that will fetch her a good husband, with lands to his name, with armies or wealth to trade for her maidenhead. What awaits her is babes, the man to suffer through at the choice of her father. She will find happiness in it. She has to.
She is thirteen when all it changes. As the old Great King dies, she reads out in her lovely voice, Alicent Hightower Dreams for the first time.
She dreams of Black and Green. She dreams of a Queen of Old ridden by her son. She dreams of a sapphire eye. She dreams of her own raiment, Green and Sorrow and Chains to be her cloak and crown. She dreams of dead children from her, she dreams of a girl who would Mother Dragons. And she dreams of a woman, young and hopeful who was named Alicia Torres, and who’s hand was healing. Of a woman whose life was to help bring life, and who brought each dead baby into her heart, carved it into her as much as those who lived by her hand.
Waking as the Green Queen to be- Well.
It is a curse that nearly threatens to kill her, right then and there.
She blinks, thirteen or three and ten as the locals would say.
I’m fucked, she thinks, quietly.
She watches, as from far away, as the servants around them start to react to the dead King. She stands, and rushes from the room, black spots swirling with the images of Green and Black in her eyes.
Alicent Hightower, still clutching the tome of old Valyria, falls back in a dead faint.