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“We Light the Way”
𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑, 𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍.
A poison that some would gladly drink till the very last rancid and bitter drop in order to achieve the so-called greatness that they crave and for others it is forced down upon their lips and made to swallow without a second glance or care to their own wishes. For those forced are nothing more than chess pieces to those too weak, too cowardly to take the sip for themselves.
Alicent Hightower wished she could have said with some type of sick pride that she had been the one to choose the chalice of power and drink heavily from it because it had been something she wanted, that her becoming queen of the Seven Kingdoms and a mother of dragons had all been of her own choosing. Yet that would have been a lie. It would have been another dishonor to her already tarnished soul.
The crown upon her head, which gleamed so beautifully amongst her curls of burnished bronze, was a heavy weight placed upon her by calculated hands. By the greed and desires of others than herself, who sought to use her as a means to a political and advantageous end. Another piece to be pranced and controlled in the ever-continuous Game of Thrones.
