I ran away from Westcrown because I was sick of Aberian Arvanxi riding herd on me. I wanted to do things myself. And I have!
Look at me! Five years out from under his thumb, and now look at me. I'm a queen... well, if Queen of Korvosa counts as being a queen, I'm a queen, but.
I'm a queen, and I'm a higher character level than he is, higher circle, higher BAB, and I've got a fancier headband, and my staff wizard is way stronger than his, and I'm building a cult of personality and I've gotten pretty good at breaking people to my will, which wasn't something he really did at all. I'm even better at fencing than he is! He should be taking advice from me! I don't need him to bow and scrape or acknowledge me as his better even though he would if we weren't related, but he should see what I've accomplished and - and if we talk, I won't be any of that, I'll just be his daughter Ileosa in over her head and begging for a crumb of his wisdom.