You were known for your extravagance and tendency to…indulge yourself, shall we say. And this was the reason why you and Alicent did not get along, with her disdain of your behavior and your condescension towards her “uptightness.” Often to your face she’d compare you to your brother Daemon in all his bad qualities, and you’d compare her to her father. As tensions between you rise to a head, you’re paid a visit by her soon after your latest visit to the Street of Silk. Her nose wrinkles as she takes in your chambers, the way you’re sprawled on the couch, your dress loose and revealing your skin, chugging your goblet of wine. A throng of servants attend to your needs, some fanning you, some massaging your body, some applying manicure. Princess, she intones, her voice reprimanding. Expecting you to send them away.