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 couldn't help but feel a small glimmer of excitement as she stood outside the Dragonpit waiting for Daeron. Otto and Alicent thought it would be good for Aemma to greet him, knowing she often visited him in Oldtown.
A few more moments passed before Tessarion came into view, her cobalt blue scales shimmering in the sun. Aemma loved her uncle dearly, and he reminded her of Jace at times with the way they tease her.
"Who left this fat sow in the yard?" Daeron asked, raising his hand to block the sun. He had grown much taller than Aemma, and a small scar ran across his cheek as if he'd been slashed. His silver-white hair was cropped short like Aegon's and he had a strong defined face, any trace of his former baby fat gone.
Aemma couldn't describe the feeling that washed over her as she walked to Daeron, but it made her want to burst into tears. Aemma said nothing and pulled Daeron into a tight hug.
"Luke is..." Aemma paused, the lump in her throat becoming too much to speak. "I really missed you."
"I'm sorry." Daeron pulled away and brushed Aemma's hair out of her face, offering her a small smile. "I missed you too." He looked down at the city from the top of Rhaenys's Hill.
"It's been a while since you've been here," Aemma remarked. Daeron looked down at Aemma beside him with a frown on his face. Aemma was different, she hadn't smiled once, and he missed her infectious laugh.
"It has. Perhaps you would show me around?" Daeron had a mischievous smirk on his face. "I promise we won't drink into the long hours of the night." He chuckled, recalling the letter his mother had sent complaining of his incel of a brother.
"We shouldn't keep them waiting." Aemma frowned.
"I haven't seen you since your nameday. I come back to Luke and Jaehaerys dead, and you're finally married." Daeron shook his head. "What is this I hear about House Bracken and Blackwood?"
"House Blackwood marched on House Bracken; I met them in the field and cut through their men while Terrax spewed flames from above." Aemma looked down at the city, wondering what it would look like if it was burning.
"I wonder why they brought me here if they have the fierce Princess on their side." Daeron chuckled. "But why are you here? I believe my dearest sister has claimed herself Queen."
"She is the rightful heir. And I am here because Aemond brought me here after nearly killing me." Aemma felt a pang in her chest. "Luke and I arrived at Storm's End in a storm. Aemond and Vhagar were already there. Lord Borros and I struck a deal, then Aemond stopped us and demanded Luke take out his eye as repayment. We fled, and Aemond chased us. Vhagar killed us." Aemma resisted the urge to cry, and instead, she tilted her face toward the sun, feeling its warmth.
"Why are you here?" Daeron asked once more.
"I begged my mother for peace, and she did not grant my request. What happened was an accident, despite what it seems. Instead, my mother sent two assassins to kill Jaehaerys. One of them was going to rape me. 'Fuck me 'till I can't walk' is what he said." Aemma tried to push out the memory of his dirty hands lifting her skirts. "I cut the other one's head off. Blood and Cheese, they were called. Blood is still in the Black Cells."
