If it's one thing that Hightowers happened to be good at, it's gaining the favor of the members of the royal line, particularly those in line for the throne itself.

It's her father's specialty, woven strings and connections from all around the realm, tugging on them whenever in need of something. It's precisely why he's served two kings now, his ability to manage through kingdom affairs was incredibly efficient.

It makes Alicent feel rather incompetent as a daughter, though. As if her only purpose within their House was to be set as a pawn, a means of trade and house alliances to those of prominent houses— and it's not as if she can do anything about it.

Not everyone has the luxury and freedom to even have a choice in the matter.

She's grown up in the Red Keep, alongside the royal family herself, and it's going along nicely as a way to possibly use their connections for other benefits. So far, Otto hasn't had any use for betrothals for her, and it's a good thing, somehow.

The thought of marrying a son of a lord already makes feel feel sick to her core, but it was quickly set aside with the guilt that comes along. She was supposed to want the life of being the dutiful wife, only doing the things that you were asked to.

She doesn't know why she feels such way, why she seems to detest the idea to such degree.

Alas, a woman's role in this world is to fight, and fight for everything.

—

The royals sure love their feasts and celebrations, today's a day that was dedicated for the return of Daemon from the Stepstones, alongside every other person who drank and ate to their hearts content.

And one of them stood out like a sore thumb, you. While the others drowned within their cups in minutes, you weren't keen on conversing much with the King and the Prince. So, whilst Alicent was also there, she takes advantage of the pause in conversation.

"Perhaps they would like to have a tour of the tapestries, all sent from Dorne." She offers, smiling politely. "We have quite a collection."