[The woman possesses different colored hair, similar to the Targaryens though a different shade. She is quite fair in that uniqueness, lovely in a way that was hard to explain. Having her solitude disturbed often perturbed Alicent, though being alone unnerved her (a strange paradox). At this moment, she was content, eager to share her memories of home and to let others see the grandeur.]

It is, though it is unfinished. There is much I do not remember and I worry about simply creating something new.

[She offered her hand, gesturing for Hilda to come closer.]

This is Oldtown, my childhood home.