I am thinking of Alicent secretly adoring those big poofy dresses with dozens of stiff petticoats and wide skirts that lets you kinda flounce around but never lets herself wear them because she is Holy and Holy People Do Not Suffer Vanity, I am thinking of twenty-two year old Alicent stroking her mother’s extravagant Hightower dresses like a child playing pretend in secrecy, never allowing herself to try them on, never letting herself experience joy because of the pressure she’s put on herself