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Alicent
Upon arriving at the one place she hoped to never be at again, particularly while they kept up their heathenous tree worshiping beliefs, Alicent and her father were rather swiftly taken by the Stark’s guards and thrown separately into the dungeons after they had been able to catch a glimpse of the three small heads with dark hair and a single small head with silver hair. Alicent knew her father was thrown into a deeper part of the dungeons as he was a traitor who was going to stand trial within a few days and would likely lose his life. As for her, she was supposed to be kept in decent health as she was going to be forced into a life where she would be used by the criminals of the Black Watch.
All she had ever done was her duty and yet she was continually being punished for it. She’d been cursed to birth a beast and become barren because of Visery’s rotten seed and his curse as a kinslayer by having murdered Aemma Arryn in the childbed. She had been Queen but then lost her chambers and titles for stupid reasons. Then Viserys had divorced her, his one true wife after having taken a number of mistresses who had also only birthed monsters. Some of whom had even perished while birthing their bastard beasts.
Yes, she had learned how to seduce men and have sacrificed her virginity to master the skill. But it was for the Greater Good of the Realm. Everyone knew Aemma Arryn was a failure and so she had to ensure that she would become Visery’s second wife, his true wife, so that the Realm could be set on a better path. One of salvation for all. Salvation or death.
Somehow, things had gotten messed up. Aemma Arryn’s only surviving child had managed to do the impossible, likely through dark magic and sorcery, and had been a huge contributing factor in the reason why Alicent’s Holy Work had failed. It could only be due to dark magic and sorcery that the chit could manage to birth four babes at once.
Still, it wasn’t fair that the worthless chit wound up with a healthy son and a handsome husband while Viserys, whom she still considered her husband, was ancient looking, frail and sickly and had no proper children. Not even a single girl child who could be married off to someone for power and who could be brought up as the future monarch, well consort to her Lord Husband who would naturally become the true monarch as was the True Way of Things.
Nevertheless, Alicent could still escape her dismal fate as she was sure she could find a way to undo her curse and then birth a proper Hightower King. She would just have to do what she had done before with the King to escape her cell by offering herself up to the Guards. They would bed her and then she would be free from her cell. After that, she would set fire to that abominable Godswood to break the curse on her and in his eternal gratitude, Viserys would return to her and to her bed. The Starks, including that brat Rhaenyra and her sprongs, would be harshly punished by the merciful and pious true queen who would soon birth a proper heir for the realm. Viserys would soon, thereafter, die, and her son would become King. As his regent, she would undo all of Visery’s follies in her son’s name, disinheriting and banishing all of those with that vile Targaryen blood, save for her precious son, from the Realm forever.
What Alicent did not anticipate was that the guards at Winterfell would laugh at her attempts to seduce them. Mocking her as a cheap, Andal whore not worthy of their cocks. They would then gag her so that they would not be able to hear her voice and would only loosen the gag when it was time to give her food and water a few times per day. In addition to the gag, they would bind her hands together so that she was unable to remove the gag.