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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"Rhaenyra," Daemon walked through the War Room, his face solemn as he approached his wife.
"My love?" She asked, her head tilted curiously as Daemon led her in front of the hearth, away from the others.
"Arrax has washed up on the shores of Shipbreaker Bay; Luke and Aemma are dead." Daemon held his wife up as she collapsed into a fit of hysterics.
"Out! All of you, now!" She screamed, waiting until the room was cleared to speak again. "Who? Who did this? My children." Rhaenyra sobbed as she pressed her hands to her stomach, the stomach that had carried her children.
"There have been reports that Aemond was seen flying Vhagar, chasing them into the storm." Daemon dragged his hand down his face, wondering how this could have happened.
"No!" Rhaenyra wailed as she thought of her lost children, her sweet Luke, her Flower. "No, please!" Rhaenyra's heart was broken and bleeding, crying out for her lost children. "I should never have sent them."
"Lucerys and Aemma will be avenged; an eye for an eye, a son for a son, a daughter for a daughter. This... atrocity will not go unpunished, that I promise you." Daemon said as he held Rhaenyra in his arms.
"I don't care about revenge, I want my children!" She wailed. She wailed for the rest of the night and all the following weeks to come, her heart breaking more and more as she waited for Luke and Aemma to come home, willing the news to be false. They did not come home.
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"Aemma," Alicent gently roused Aemma from her supposed sleep, but Aemma was already awake. Sleep was something Aemma despised, for now, every time she closed her eyes all she dreamed of was Luke, trading his life for hers.
Alicent jumped when she saw Aemma's eyes were already open, staring unfocused at the wall.
"Oh, my darling." She perched on the edge of the bed, holding Aemma's hand in hers gently. "Aemma, you need to listen very carefully to what I am about to say."
Aemma shut her eyes, just long enough to picture Luke's face, before opening them and looking at Alicent.
"You are to marry Aemond on the morrow, I know-"
Aemma began to sob at the thought of being bound to Aemond for the rest of her life, no matter how short it may be.
"Aemma, my father is a very powerful man," Alicent spoke in a hushed whisper, fearing one of Larys or her father's little spies would hear her. "He has busy little bees that buzz everywhere, even in the North. I want to see you and your family safe, and if you do not do this, he will see to the end of Prince Jacaerys." Alicent was not threatening Aemma, she was warning her.
Aemma continued to sob, wondering if Jace even knew about Luke's death, or if he knew she was still alive.
"Aemma, I beg of you; marry Aemond, don't forgive him or love him, but marry him. This is the only way to keep your family safe, even if it's just for a little while." Alicent squeezed Aemma's hand. "We both know how much they mean to you." Alicent loved Aemma as if she were her own daughter, but she knew she would never replace Rhaenyra. She only hoped Aemma would live long enough to reunite with her mother.
