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Published:
2025-04-05
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2025-04-16
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Where Death Waits

Summary:

Alicent Hightower is the owner to The Green Tower, her family’s old bookstore—a boundary where life and death is thin. Gifted with Sight, she sees what others cannot: the nonliving, drawn to the enchanted books that whisper only to them.

When the enigmatic Rhaenyra begins visiting daily, Alicent can’t help but draw her into the task of helping ghosts cross over. As they work together, Alicent finds herself wondering: what is Rhaenyra, really?

Chapter 1

Notes:

Yay yay yay!!! Another Rhaenyra/Alicent fic made purely for pleasure. The second I finished ‘Remembered You’ (my Rhaenicent arranged marriage au), I immediately began working on something else. Quite frankly they’re in my mind of ‘what if’ all the time, so I could never run out of plots for them.

This au was so much fun to write and I was kicking my feet while doing so. I was a little unsure how I wanted it to end, but stuck with my original ideas and loved how it came out. 30k feels so refreshing to write—like walking after an intense run (I don’t run…)

Anywho, if there’s any tag that you feel like should be added, please comment in the last chapter. Some are kept out for plot twist purposes, but I don’t think it’s anything too crazy.

I hope you enjoy reading this fanfic! Comments and kudos are highly appreciated :)

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Shadows linger where light won’t tread,

whispered voices of the long since dead.

They call in hush, in sigh, in breath,

yearning for life, yet bound to death.

 

Fingers trace the dust-worn page,

names long lost to time’s cruel cage.

Soft and sorrowed, they speak so low,

forgotten stories they ache to show.

 

I hear you still, though others turn,

in quiet echoes, in candles burned.

No need to rage, to weep, to roam—

Speak, dear spirits, you are home.

 

 

 

 

 

 

HEEDING THE WHISPERS OF THE FORGOTTEN …