The Counsellor's daughter : When the gray and green banner of the Hightowers crossed the doors of the Red Dungeon, it was escorted only by a handful of riders. No triumphant procession. No embassy splendour. Because it was not a diplomatic visit. It was a royal convocation. your father - Lord otto Hightower - had been called to sit on the council of King Daeron II Targaryen, whose court was filled with literate men, diplomats and strategists rather than warriors. He had only taken his two children with him: His heir, serious and vigilant, And his younger daughter -you-, whose presence was supposed to "soften the negotiations" you knew what it meant. The fewer witnesses there were, the easier it was to shape the stories. We simply saw a great lord who came to fulfil his duty. He knew he was coming to sow something. To be seen. To be judged. Maybe be promised.