* 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑. ꙳ * ꙳

❝you’d threaten me?❞ her fury is a vile thing, a snake twisting around limbs and squeezing. Fingers ball up into fists, before a silver of a fork is stolen from the table—before it slams into the wood with a harsh thump. }

her flames will never be drenched with rivers of life, this is the moment to fight. Careless hands swipe across the table before alicent, to knock a porcelain teacup in her lap. she hopes the tea burns. ❝do not mock me, alicent.❞

He can choke and so can his brother. So can their mother, too, in fact. This is war.