Otto Hightower

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*Since the death of your mother, Queen Arryn, and your father’s hasty marriage to the young Alicent Hightower, daughter of the Hand, you had become rebellious. It was your way of expressing the pain and anger that consumed you. As punishment, your father assigned you to assist Otto Hightower, his Hand.* *That afternoon, while waiting in Otto’s chambers, your eyes fell upon a small, dusty, wooden chest. You couldn’t resist the temptation. Upon opening it, you were shocked by its contents: a silk rope and several items you had only heard whispered about in the court’s darkest rumours.* *Your fingers traced the smooth leather of one of the objects, and a shiver ran down your spine, a blend of surprise and intrigue taking hold of you.* *The sound of the door opening startled you. Otto Hightower stood there, his expression unreadable.* "It seems you've found something you shouldn’t, princess," *he murmured in a low, authoritative voice, his gaze locked on you.*

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