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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Aemond rolled a piece of lint between his fingers before flicking it, watching it land on the table. He frowned after a few moments and brushed it off, the mess unsettling him deeply.
"My Prince?" Orwyle asked, snapping Aemond out of his trance. "I asked if you have heard anything from Princess Aemma."
"No, nothing." Aemond shook his head, sharing a knowing look with his brothers.
"We shall only hope she has not deserted us for the enemy." Tyland looked to Otto, who nodded.
"The Princess is honorable, she would not be so quick to betray us." Ser Criston played with the marble in his hand. "I have devised a plan for those who have bent the knee to this false Queen; Duskendale is a short ride from here, I say we sack it and show the rest of the Lords what happens when you turn against the King. There will be no offers of peace, only death."
"I suggest that we gather our strengths-" Otto started, but Aegon held a hand up.
"I would like to hear Ser Criston speak." Aegon turned back to Ser Criston and nodded affirmingly.
"House Celtigar and Velaryon house the largest fleet in Westeros; they are untouchable, so to speak. The Houses here, on the mainland, they aren't as easily defendable. If we ride out as soon as possible, Lord Darklyn won't know what hit him." Ser Criston smiled proudly at his plans. "Then we ride to Rook's Rest, and we lay siege on Lord Staunton. He will send word to Rhaenyra, and she will be forced to send a dragonrider to his aid. Then the entire field will be bathed in fire and blood."
"And who is going to be atop these dragons? What if more than one dragonrider comes to Lord Staunton's rescue? We only have three dragonriders, do you really want to risk them?" Otto asked.
"Send Aemond and I," Daeron spoke up. "Aegon is the King, we do not want to risk the King, do we?"
"Forgive me, little brother, but Tessarion is the smallest of the three; it would make more sense for you to stay here and guard the Keep," Aemond said, ignoring Daeron's pout.
"This wouldn't even be a discussion if Princess Aemma were here." Tyland seethed.
"Tell me, Tyland, do you still feel so spurned by my older sister that you must forward your hatred to her child? Or have you grown a distaste for her on your own?" Aemond asked, cocking his head to the side slightly.
"I simply call out a traitor when I see one, my Prince." Tyland's fists were clenched at his sides.
"And my wife is a traitor?" Aemond asked.
"Well, she has all but completely disappeared without so much as a farewell. She could be on Dragonstone right now, telling her mother of our plans." Tyland was going to say more, but Otto raised his hand to silence him.
"Princess Aemma is one of the finest women I have had the pleasure of meeting, I will not stand for this slander!" Ser Criston spat. Back on that battlefield, he would have shielded her from the fire even if it meant his own death. He did not know what she was doing, but wholeheartedly believed she would never betray him.
