[ On Christmas Eve, the manor staff kindly deliver the gifts Alicent prepared for family and friends. For Alina, — A tiny box, for a ring. — Another velvet case, larger this time, containing a bracelet. — A wrapped box of artist’s pencils, tipped with gold. — Attached, she’ll find an envelope sealed with emerald wax, fine paper stock addressed in Alicent’s elegant hand. ]
Dearest Alina,
Or is it Saint? God Empress? Should I name you my little wife? Did I not wed you first, in that unreal place, outwith our bonds and roles?
No, Alina it is and shall always be, I think.
I’ll not forget our night beneath the trees — or any time spent with you. Many will promise to protect you at your most vulnerable or fight for your honour, when you are young, beautiful, and powerful. Whether or not they break such vows, they are easy things to say. Men especially love their daring feats. It is in the smallest ways, that many fail us.
As such, I shall promise to attend any party with you, even ones where we are not wanted. To speak ill of those who wrong you, for they are ever so hideous and inartful in their cruelty. And to wipe your tears, even when they are ruining a perfectly lovely bath.
Come find me when you’ve want of me, not simply when you’ve the need.
🎁 — 24/12.
— A tiny box, for a ring.
— Another velvet case, larger this time, containing a bracelet.
— A wrapped box of artist’s pencils, tipped with gold.
— Attached, she’ll find an envelope sealed with emerald wax, fine paper stock addressed in Alicent’s elegant hand. ]