That would be a pretty clever way to crown Alicent as our Queen of Love And Beauty without arousing too many (romantic) suspicions amongst the nobility, I dig it
(It probably arouses some political suspicions, but fuck it, we're already pretty aggressively angling for the Hightowers to sit in our camp come the Dance, let's commit to the bit)
I kind of worry they wouldn't actually look kindly on this and will at best need to get eased into it more but…
An exchange of letters
Otto: How goes it, brother?
Hobert: Good, good.
Otto: I'd heard that the Princess' Progress has reached you in Oldtown.
Hobert: Yes, yes. Good to get some respect here over those damn Tyrells. Or the Tarlys. Or the Peakes. Damn reachmen.
Otto: I trust my daughter is conducting herself well?
Hobert: Yes, lovely girl that. Shame Viserys didn't take a shine to her, but you can't have everything. Shame there's no prince she's be of age with. Guess you'll have to make do with some second son.
Otto: Yes, I-
Hobert: There, there, I'm sure you'll make the most of it.
Otto: And how are you finding the princess - I confess I of two minds myself. Sometimes she seems to have the makings of a fine political mind, at others she seems impossibly brash and heedless of custom.
Hobert: Oh she seems a fine enough sort.
Otto: I'm relieved to hear it.
Hobert: Makes herself awful scarce though. I'm not sure where she goes off too during the tourney. Maybe the poor thing can't stand the sight of blood?
Otto: You're
losing track of the Princess?
Hobert: Eh, she always turns up. The tourney's been grand, Otto, you're missing out.
Otto: As always brother I will try to contain my sorrow.
Hobert: There's this mystery knight, new fellow, but I tell you he's got the makings of the greats. Some dragon sigil on his shield - rumor is he's Saera's bastard grandson or some such. Big strapping young fellow and he fights like a monster. You should have seen that last bout, brother, he was all like-
Otto <thinking>: That foolish idiot girl, what if she gets herself killed, what if she gets herself hurt, what if Viserys blames me, what if this embarrasses house Hightower that any of our knights were beaten by a girl-
Hobert: Seems to have a soft spot for your girl, too, it's always her he asks for favors. She might win herself a different crown, if the lad continuous jousting like that.
Otto <thinking>: dial up noises
Hobert: Otto? You haven't wrote back in a while, everything all right? I'll warn him off, it you like.
Otto:
(Hobert's characterization here for comedic purposes, he's almost certainly not actually like this).