Alicent Hightower — Dornish dress
Subterfuge | Ch. 7: Unbound Hours
A glimpse of the chapter:
Crimson silk against her skin.
Dornish red—looser, lighter, as though even fabric here refused restraint.
A faint rise of color at her throat, betraying more than she intended.
Daemon’s fingers caught a strand of her copper hair.
Not pulling. Not trapping. Just holding.
“You truly have no idea what you look like right now, do you?”
Alicent said nothing.
There was something worse than being seen.
It was being recognized.
“Divine…” his voice lowered. “As though the gods sent you down for my pleasure alone.”
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