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i miss professor maul.

#i really do #ardor #professor!maul #maul #that series is so fun to write yet i can’t bring myself to write it #i need to write the last chapter #i read the series again last night #wowwweeeee

META: Alicent's matching ring with Rhaenyra comes with many emotions. The beginning had been a signal of their everlasting bond. Through thick and thin, it always seemed to be on their fingers. Even in times where they seemed tethered in different directions, the simple gesture of wearing the ring was enough to ground her back home; to her, to Rhaenyra. The last time both were worn by both girls seemed to be Rhaenyra's wedding to Laenor, Alicent's green ring still adorned on her finger as she called her banners with her gowns, the tether snapping, begging to be rejoined.

Yet even as they drifted apart, as fear laid ingrained by Otto, as what was once warm iced over into cruelty and further resentment as their individual lives pulled them even farther, the ring still brought Alicent comfort in secret. In the guise of night and privacy, she would reach for it in her jewelry box, inspect it as if it had been the first time she saw it. She would run her raw and bitten thumb over the stones and band, the ghost of what could possibly be a smile on her lips. At times, she'd slid it onto her finger, wondering if it still fit. With the back open, it would always stretch to accommodate, no matter the finger besides her thumb and pinkie. She would watch as it flickered in the candlelight, twirl it around her finger like she used to. At times, she would slide it on her ring finger, marvel at it, bring it up to the mirror close to her face to see how it would look, if only for a moment with thoughts she could never comprehend.

At times, she would wonder what Rhaenyra could have done with hers -- if she rid of it like Alicent should have years ago. Yet it tugged at her heart every time that thought arose -- to rid of it, rid of what once was, even though she would never be able to let go. Did it ground Rhaenyra like it grounded her? Reminded her of better times? Gossip in the shade? Soft touches? Whispers of secrets only they two knew to this day?

In one bout of panic and anger, the ring had been thrown on the ground, sliding into the corner of her chambers somewhere -- a rebuking of her former friend, anger and guilt bubbling within herself. Regret had struck moments after it clattered to the floor, after three deep breaths, suddenly escalating at the realization of what she had done along with the flurry of skirts as Alicent almost ripped apart her entire room just to find it again. There was slight damage, not enough to really see with the naked eye. It was only noticeable if seen up close. It quickly found its way back onto her finger, and all was calm again, prior anger bubbling below to burst at another time.

The ring is dethroned as the one tether once Alicent is bestowed the gash upon her arm, a permanent mirror of her former confidant, unable to be twisted or taken off. When she takes to the woods, and then to Dragonstone, the ring lays safe in a pouch within what she packed, a final reminder that as far as she may run, she would never be able to escape Rhaenyra.

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