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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Aemma tugged her gloves back up to her elbows as she nervously awaited Helaena's arrival. Aegon cleaned himself up surprisingly well, the only trace of the events that transpired earlier in the day was the bruise beginning to form on his jaw.
"Stop fidgeting." Aemond leaned down to whisper in her ear.
"No." Was all he said, and Aemma fought the urge to roll her eyes. They had grown to be quite amicable over the past years, Aemma would even consider them friends. Aemond had grown out of his baby fat, and now stood over a head taller than Aemma, his face had become defined, and he looked almost feline in his movements.
Aemond's love never faltered for Aemma, and he wondered what their wedding would look like when the time came. He often lay awake at night, thinking about the chaste kiss they shared, years ago. Aemond had tried to kiss her again, one night, many moons ago as they sat together under the wierwood tree, but Aemma had simply stood up and announced that she was tired and going to retire to her chambers, leaving Aemond alone.
"I wonder what happened to Aegon's face," Aemma said as she tried to make conversation to distract herself from her gloves, which rolled down once more.
"Hm, I could only wonder," Aemond smirked. He knew Aegon and Aemma often got into their little spats, and he assumed that was what transpired today. He often grew jealous at their companionship, but he knew he would have Aemma soon enough.
"I wonder what Helaena is wearing," Daeron spoke up from his mother's side. Aemma smiled at the boy, who reminded her of Jace. They were similar in age, Jace being the older one.
As Aemma opened her mouth to respond, the musicians ceased their playing, and switched to a light, quiet song, as Helaena appeared at the doors of the Great Sept, Viserys holding on to her arm. Aemma beamed at Helaena as she made her way to the dais where her family awaited her. Helaena looked stunning in a white gown that flowed perfectly down her body and cascaded behind her as she walked. She wore a thin tiara, which was adorned with diamonds. Aemma smiled as she recalled helping Alicent braid it into her hair.
Aegon's gaze flickered from Helaena to Aemma. He would have rather been sleeping on the cobblestone streets of the city covered in his own vomit before being forced to wed, but yet again, Aemma came to his rescue. Aegon wanted to mouth a silent "Thank you" to Aemma but she was just glowing at the sight of Helaena walking up the steps.
As Viserys gave away Helaena to Aegon, Aemond couldn't help but stare at Aemma. She looked radiant as she smiled at Helaena, who smiled back before turning to Aegon as the High Septon began the ceremony. He drowned out the Septon's words and only focused on Aemma. As she raised her hand to tuck her hair behind her ears, Aemond wished he could tear off her gloves and feel her skin against his. He hadn't seen her hands since before they were burned, and she covered them ever since. Aemond wished he could see them and tell her they were beautiful, like she is.
