Fifteen-year-old Lantysa Hightower is the younger sister of Queen Alicent. A quiet, bookish girl from Oldtown, she arrives in King's Landing to become an obedient pawn in her father's grand game. A lucrative marriage to Tyland Lannister, a crimson c...
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"The stone of Oldtown has stood for millennia, gripping the earth with its righteousness and faith. But Valyrian fire knows no laws. It asks for no permission. It simply comes to turn your flawless bastions into bitter ash."
— From the diary of Lantysa Hightower
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They say the daughters of the Reach are raised like rare flowers in the gardens of Highgarden—delicate, defenseless, wrapped in the expensive silk of duty and the sweet scent of lemon trees. We are taught to perfectly embroider white lilies, to obediently lower our eyes before austere septas, and to remain silent while men decide the fate of the Seven Kingdoms behind the closed doors of the Small Council. But I was taught otherwise. I learned to read between the lines of the ancient scrolls of the Citadel, and, I assure you, it is far more interesting there. At fifteen years old, the world seemed clear and orderly to me, like a column of figures in a maester's tax report. My father, Otto Hightower, saw in me nothing but an obedient green pawn on his grand political chessboard. My older sister Alicent already wore a heavy iron crown, slowly fading away in the prayers of the Red Keep. And for me, a crimson cloak of Casterly Rock, a noble husband in Tyland Lannister, and a quiet, prosperous life in the West lay ahead. I was ready to play my part. I knew how to be a flawless doll. I calculated everything. Except him. ━━━━━━━ ✧ ✧ ━━━━━━━
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"There was no piety of our house in his eyes. Only a primal, untamed chaos blazed there, driving one to madness. Our confrontation began as a dangerous war of words, and it ended with me consciously stepping into the abyss, holding onto his burning hand." — From the diary of Lantysa Hightower ━━━━━━━ ✧ ✧ ━━━━━━━
