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 opened her eyes, the sun still hiding under the horizon. She frowned as she sat up, covered in sweat. Somehow, Luke had managed to take up nearly her entire bed, yet wrapping himself over Aemma. She peeled him off her and walked to the balcony, hoping for a cool breeze.
"Stupid, hot city." Aemma mumbled as she felt the lack of wind, and walked into her privy, praying Mya had left the basin of water from the night before. Aemma's prayers were answered as she splashed the cool water on her face.
"Aemma?" Luke called out.
"What?" She asked as she entered the room, drying her face with a towel.
"Oh, I was just wondering where you went." He mumbled as he sleepily rubbed his face. Aemma debated going back to bed, but she was rather awake already, and she knew she would just lay there until Mya came to ready her for breakfast. She wondered if she had enough time for a quick flight.
"Did your dragons join you?" Aemma asked as she opened her wardrobe.
"No, Mother said it might look threatening if we arrive with four dragons." Luke said as he settled himself back in Aemma's bed.
"I see her point. It's a shame, I was going to suggest we go for a ride." Aemma shrugged as she instead looked for a dress to wear.
"It feels much too early for that." Luke said with a yawn. Aemma shrugged yet again as she pulled out a blue silk dress, the fabric cool to the touch.
"The sun is rising, it's not too early." Aemma said as she held the dress to her body, debating whether or not she should wear it. Aemma decided she should, and rang the bell to summon Mya.
"You just always do things early." Luke said as he pulled the blankets over his head, hoping for a few more hours of sleep. He would not get any, for Mya opened the door with a smile.
"Good morning Aemma! Have you-" Mya's voice faltered as she spotted Aemma standing on the balcony and a figure under her blankets.
"That is my brother, Mya." Aemma said as she strode forward and tore the blankets off Luke's head. He groaned and covered his face.
"How did you put your gloves on so quickly?" He asked.
"They're gloves, not a suit of armor." Aemma rolled her eyes. "You're best to go back to your chambers now, unless you plan on helping me braid my hair."
"You almost never braid your hair." Luke groaned and dragged himself out of bed. He shuffled out of the room, grumbling something about girls and their need to get ready.
"Do not mind him, Mya." Aemma said as she held up the dress. "Does this one look like a good choice?"
"It's stunning! Let's get you into it." Mya helped Aemma dress quickly, brushing out and oiling her curly hair, which may have been the one trait she inherited from Harwin.
