"THE SHIVERING SEA in the north, the Summer Sea in the south, the Sea of Myrth in the east, the Sea of Dorne in the west," Aemma muttered under her breath, brows furrowed, playing with the ring on her hand as she walked aimlessly around Helaena's chamber. "The Gullet separates the narrow sea from Blackwater Bay, upon which are located King's Landing and . . . Duskendale."
Baela ran her hands over the skirt of her dress and looked at Aemma as the girl ducked at the last moment from the table she almost crashed into. Aemma's eyes were fixed on the ceiling as if she could read the answers there.
"The Stepstones divide the narrow sea from the Summer Sea to the south. Tyrosh is on the . . . uh, northeasternmost of the Stepstones," she nervously bit her lower lip and looked uncertainly at her cousin. "I think."
"You think," repeated Baela.
Aemma nodded distractedly before turning on her heel and rushing towards the book on the table, starting to flip through its pages quickly.
"You should take a break," Baela adviced her. "The feast is about to start and you are not ready."
"This is more important," Aemma replied blankly, her finger running over the writing on the page.
Baela shook her head. "You've been studying for hours. When was the last time you ate, Aemma?"
"Yesterday evening," Aemma muttered and shut the book, turning her head to Baela who was watching her with a frown. "When I learn it perfectly, I'll find something to eat, I promise."
"Nobody expects you to learn geography perfectly in a day."
Aemma scoffed standing straight and brushing a strand of hair from her face. "Well, my studies must be accelerated considering that Vaemond Velaryon wants to claim my rights."
"Vaemond Velaryon doesn't know half of what you learned," Baela insisted. "What can help him to be recognized as a better successor than you?"
"The simple fact that he is a man," Aemma clicked her tongue in annoyance and before Baela could argue any further she grabbed the book and shoved it in her hands. "Instead of arguing with me, you could do something useful and check if I'm wrong."
Baela grimaced as she put the large book on her lap but didn't argue with her any further.
Aemma went back to pacing the room again. "Summer Islander merchant ships have to pass through Stepstones traveling to and from King's Landing, Pentos and Braavos. Ibbenese whaler ships have to pass south through the Stepstones in order to reach ports in the Summer Isles or southern Free Cities."
Bored, Baela turned the page and raised an eyebrow. "You know it all. This is a waste of time."
"There must be something I don't know," Aemma insisted, stopping in front of the window, her hands behind her back as she stared intently out. "Ask me something."
"What exac--"
"Anything," Aemma interrupted her.
Baela flipped through the book and finally nodded. "Location of Braavos."
"Sprawled across islands in a vast lagoon found where the Shivering Sea and the narrow sea come together," Aemma replied calmly.
"What about it's weather?" Baela asked.
"Diverse. Fog and rain but there are also clear days."
Baela hummed in approval. "What territory is also claimed by Braavos?"
"Eastern coast of Lorath Bay and Braavosian Coastland," Aemma stated.
"No."
Aemma's head snapped towards her. "What?"
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FanfictionAemma Velaryon, the second-born child of Rhaenyra Targaryen and Laenor Velaryon, knew what the game of thrones was about since childhood, but did not see herself as a player until she was brought to her knees by people she would never expect it from...
