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's secrets and motivations are her own, and she is welcome to them." Aemond stirred his cup of wine before setting it down.
"I must disagree with you, my Prince." Tyland's fist was clenched. "Almost anyone could have seen this outcome."
"She will return." Aemond shrugged, his eye flashing to Aegon, who sat with his eyes closed. "You are the King, brother. What should be done?"
"Nothing. It is as you said, she has her reasons and she is welcome to do as she pleases." Aegon sighed heavily.
"You truly do not know where she went?" Grand Maester Orwyle asked.
"Am I her keeper?" Aemond spat.
"You are her husband." The old man huffed at the blatant disrespect from the young prince.
"Her husband, not her handler." Alicent spoke. "Did she mention anything before she left?"
"It is as I said before; she left a note detailing that she would return soon enough. Terrax has been reported to have been seen flying riderless around the Riverlands, so we know she is not travelling by dragonback. Nobody has seen a Targaryen, forgive me, Velaryon woman either." Aemond closed his eye and frowned.
"Where is Daeron? Perhaps he could shed some light on the situation." Ser Criston glanced around the room.
"Yes, where is the Prince?" Tyland asked. He knew it was not so easy for the princess to completely disappear, and he knew someone at this table had a hand in it. Who it was, he did not know.
"I am right here." Daeron strode in, having already been listening at the door. His older brothers were heavily involved in the planning of this war, and he only thought it was fair he be informed as well. "And no, Aemma did not say anything to me before she left. Anything out of the usual, anyways."
"And what is the usual?" Grand Maester Orwyle asked.
"Many insults, a joke or two once in a while. I believe the last time we spoke she told me that if my sword fighting abilities were as shit as my stench, I would be a skewered pig." Daeron looked to Aegon, who chuckled and shook his head.
"Very helpful, Prince Daeron." Tyland muttered. "Can we spare men to at least search for her?"
"Oh, definitely. But we are not going to; Aemma is not a prisoner here, she is free to come and go as she pleases." Aegon shrugged.
"Even if her destination is the home of our enemies?" Tyland questioned.
"You seem to have a lot to say about this matter, Ser. I hope you think more highly of the Princess than this?" Alicent frowned.
"Of course, I only mean to exercise caution." And find traitors to the Crown when need be, he thought to himself.
Aemond did not seem convinced, but he said nothing, instead choosing to sip at his wine. It had been a week since Aemma and that little boy departed, and he was more nervous than anyone as he awaited any form of communication from her.
