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 sat on Luke's bed in silence as he fastened his cloak around his neck. He looked at his sword that rested against the wall.
"You won't have to use it," Aemma said, breaking the heavy silence. "I'll make sure of it."
"No, I'll make sure you won't have to protect me." Luke sat next to Aemma, the pit in his stomach growing heavier. "I'm scared."
"I know." Aemma pulled Luke's hand into her own. Luke sighed and rested his head on his sister's shoulder.
"People always say that you're brave... are you ever afraid?" Luke asked. He looked up to his sister, she was the kind of person Luke wanted to be like. She was never afraid, she went through flames to try and save their father, and she always kept Luke safe.
"All those times that I have been brave, I was afraid. I think that's the only time someone can be brave." Aemma rested her head atop Luke's. "But I promise you; as long as I'm with you, you'll never have to be scared."
"Will you lie with me? Just for a little bit, before we have to go." Luke asked, his cheeks red with embarrassment. He loved to just lay beside his sister, she was one of the only people who could truly bring him any comfort.
"I was going to ask the same thing," Aemma said as she lay down on Luke's bed. Luke lay beside her, holding her hand as he stared up at the ceiling.
"Are you scared?" Jace asked as he opened the door, watching Luke and Aemma lay by each other's side. Luke propped himself up on his elbows and nodded. Jace sighed as motioned for Aemma to move over.
It was a rather tight fit, but all three siblings managed to fit onto the bed.
"If you tell Baela I did this, I'm going to shave your head while you sleep," Jace muttered to Aemma.
"Perhaps she will find it rather sweet that we are all finding comfort in one another." Aemma laughed. "Get off my hair, pig." She pushed Jace until he begrudgingly rolled over enough so that Aemma may pull her hair out from under him.
"Pig? You dare insult the heir of the Iron Throne?" Jace looked at Luke with a mischievous smirk. "I'm afraid that can't go unpunished."
Aemma tried to launch herself from the bed, but it was too late; Luke pinned her arms down as Jace began to tickle her, laughing as she screamed and squirmed.
"No!" She yelled out in between her fits of laughter. "I'm going to punch you in the face!"
Jace smiled at Luke, who was laughing so hard it would appear he was the one being tickled. Satisfied with his work, Jace let Aemma go, who promptly smacked him in the head.
"You're an ass." She mumbled before smacking Luke as well. "I will get my revenge."
"Only time will tell." Jace chuckled as a comfortable silence fell over them.
