Aemma Velaryon was the spitting image of her mother; she had pale silver hair, fair skin, and dazzling blue eyes. She was a Targaryen in all sense but her last name which she bore from her father Laenor Velaryon. She was the younger twin of Lucerys...
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"You look beautiful." Alicent said as she tucked a lock of Aemma's hair behind her ear.
"I think Helaena is the most beautiful today." Aemma turned to face her aunt, who sat in a chair, facing the mirror. Today is the day Aegon and Helaena marry.
"Thank you, Aemma." Helaena beamed. She looked positively radiant as she fiddled with her hair. Aemma crossed the room and wrapped her arms around her, and smiled at her through the mirror.
"I can't wait for the dancing! It'll be just like we practiced!" Helaena giggled. She loved to dance, and Aemma loved to join her. Often, during dinner, when the minstrels would play, Helaena and Aemma danced around the table, earning annoyed glares from Aegon.
"I'm sure Aegon will swoon at the sight of you." Aemma laughed as she dramatically placed her hand on her forehead and leaned on Helaena.
"He is not the swooning type." Helaena said.
"No, he'll be more likely to fall down the dais." Aemma chuckled as she pulled her pale blue gloves back up to her elbow.
"Aemma." Alicent said in warning. She did not appreciate Aemma's mocking of her son, even if it was in a light-hearted manner.
"Speaking of, someone ought to make sure he isn't drowned in a cup of wine." Aemma smiled as she kissed Helaena's cheek, and went off in search of her probably drunken uncle.
"Aegon?" Aemma called out as she opened his chamber doors, not bothering to knock. She had seen Aegon in too many embarrassing predicaments to care for his privacy. Aemma frowned as she looked around the empty room.
"Erryk, do you reckon he's still in the castle?" Aemma turned to face her sworn sword, who pursed his lips together.
"Arryk is more than likely with him, Princess. I think he will return before the wedding starts." Ser Erryk said as he stood watch outside the door.
"So hopeful, Erryk. Come, let us find my dearest uncle." Aemma said as she walked out of the room.
"I wouldn't wish for you to leave the castle, Princess." Ser Erryk said as he walked behind her.
"Leave your cloak here. I doubt we will have any luck in finding Aegon if the whole city knows who we are." Aemma said as she walked to her chambers, in search of a black cloak that might hope to conceal her white hair.
"Yes, Princess." Ser Erryk said. He knew if he did not go with her, she would go alone, and the King and Queen would have his head. He smiled to himself as he watched the Princess walk, her stubbornness was truly something to behold.
Aemma looked to ensure nobody was watching, then pulled Ser Erryk into her chambers.
"Princess!" He said. If anybody saw him entering the young princess' chambers, he would be killed.
"Sh!" Aemma held a gloved finger to her lips as she reached behind Erryk and unclasped his cloak. She threw it onto her chair and rummaged through her wardrobe.
