Lady Hightower bit her lips, pulling off small chunks of skin in her anxiety and nervousness. She didn't know how she had arrived at this point, nor knew how to escape. Her eyes were drenched in guilt and sorrow, and her body was far from her usual self. She felt like she was no longer Alicent; it was as if she were living another person's life and had forgotten what it meant to be herself. She regarded her stomach and then her gaze settled upon the fire, with a hint of resign