9 - Hightide

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Aemma had spent the rest of the night thinking of a way to hide her bruise from people's sight but when the sun rose, the bruise had disappeared

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Aemma had spent the rest of the night thinking of a way to hide her bruise from people's sight but when the sun rose, the bruise had disappeared. There was nothing on her skin. She stayed on her bed until Deria knocked and entered the rooms with a timid smile.

" Your new clothes have arrived princess." The girl spoke as she started to make the bed.

" Good." She replied as she unleashed her hair. She sighed when she realized that her curls looked like she had let little Aegon play with her hair. She had inherited the Velaryon hair but unfortunately for her, she had also inherited her mother's hair issue.
Sometimes when she thought about Helaena's perfect hair, she almost wished she had been sired by Alicent to inherit her perfect Reach's curls. No, she would never trade her Targaryen blood for that snake's blood.

But gods, her mother had never managed to properly take care of her hair. Hopefully for the sake of her hair, when they twins moved in Dragonstone yhey had taught her how to take care of her curls as Laena had taught them. Rhaenyra  herself had leaned with them, wanting the twins to have a better experience of a stepmother than she had.

" What does the princess wish to wear ?" Deria asked and Aemma rolled her eyes.

" The Princess wishes you to stop calling her the princess while talking to her." She snapped and the maid bowed and apologized several times. " I will wear that blue gown." She breathed out taking the dress.

The young woman nodded and helped her putting off her night gown but she gasped when she saw her back.

" What is it ?" She asked trying to look at it.

" Dear gods, your back princess. It's.. bruised." She whispered her hand on her lips.

Aemma walked towards her mirror and her heart got heavier when she saw the purple/black bruise that covered her back. There were also small cuts and Aemma had no idea where she got them.
" I— It happened in the stepstones." She lied to justify the wound.

But it didn't happened there. She hadn't been hurt yesterday. None of the soldiers had gotten close enough to hurt her.

There was only one explanation. And the thought of it send a shiver down her spine.

" Do you want me to fetch the maester ?" Deria asked and Aemma shook her head.

" There's no need. Just, help me put the dress on."

The woman nodded and helped her get dressed. Aemma skipped breakfast and rushed out of her chambers.

" Did you sleep well ? You look awful." Trystane asked when Aemma approached him.

" Yes." She lied. "Just, tired of the flight." She kissed his cheek and they started to walk to her grandsire's chambers. "I want to sleep in my mother's chambers tonight." She said and the knight nodded.

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