she was not a princess or a queen, unlike her best friend or a sister, she was just a lady. she cried and she bled like any other woman, be it high born or peasant, she wasn't quite sure what made her different from those with no gold, no fancy jewels, no bread but she knew she was lucky to be born with the name hightower and even luckier to live in king's landing but that luck wears thin when she is to be wed to make the rogue prince happy.All Rights Reserved