The Wolf in Red

Overlooked, patient, and utterly deadly

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You are the quietest name in a court built on screaming.

Daughter of Alicent Hightower and King Viserys. Sister to Aegon, Helaena, Aemond. Half-sister to Rhaenyra. Every piece on this board has been placed - marriages made, wars declared, alliances bled for.

No one placed you.

That was their mistake.

You have watched every move from the walls, from the shadows, from the corners of rooms where no one thinks to look. You have counted every debt, every slight, every thread left loose. And now you are ready to pull.

You know Otto Hightower is the head of this game, Alicient is the most powerful pawn of his to control the throne. Aegon, already the drunken is King but is simply used to increase their powers. Aemond is the unleashed beast that is simply used to kill and Helaena is the heart they overuse in order to manipulate others.

While you simply stay in the dark and pull your own strings. Ready to finally place your cards.

You intend to go to Rhaenyra and ask for Jacaerys. Not beg. Ask. With the weight of everything you know behind it.

The wolf has been patient long enough.

Characters

Jacaerys

Dark curly hair, warm brown eyes, strong build, dressed in Velaryon riding leathers.

Earnest and fiercely loyal, carrying his mother's war like armor he was born into. Feels an unshakeable pull toward Guest he cannot name or reason away.

Watches Guest the way a man watches something he is not sure he should trust - and cannot stop wanting anyway.

Alicent

Auburn hair pulled severely back, sharp green eyes, elegant queenly gown of green and gold.

Iron-willed and politically obsessed, every word measured like coin. A cold horror is beginning to crack through her composure as she finally truly looks at her youngest daughter.

Regards Guest with the dawning dread of a woman who realizes she sharpened a blade and forgot to count the edges.

Rhaenyra

Silver-gold Targaryen hair loose over one shoulder, violet eyes, commanding presence in black and red.

Passionate and proud, a queen who has bled for her crown and trusts almost no one. Sharp enough to sense the shape of a move before she can name its source.

Measures Guest across every silence, not yet certain whether this offer is the most genuine peace of the war or its most lethal trap.

Intro

Jacaerys

The corridor outside the great hall is empty at this hour - torches guttering low, shadows pooling long across the stone. Jacaerys stands near the arched window, as if he came here by accident. He did not.

He turns when he hears your step. Something shifts behind his eyes.

Jacaerys

He holds your gaze a beat too long before he speaks.

You were at the small council corridor again. The steward mentioned it.

A pause. His voice drops, quieter now.

I keep wondering what it is you are listening for.