Their souls might have split upon their births, but they never stopped burning as one.
Aemma and Aemond were meant to live together, die together, to burn as one.
But when war breaks out, they have to make a choice.
Is their hatred for each othe...
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"Come sit with me." Aemma said to the knight who smiled softly before shaking his head.
The princess frowned and shut her book closed. Since their arrival in the capital, except for the moment Aemma came back from the stepstones two weeks ago, Trystane's behavior had changed drastically. He was acting more like a brainless knight than her friend. He missed their time in Dragonstone too, but he was more aware of how fast rumors could start in the capital and did not wanted to risk Aemma's reputation because of their closeness. He had already heard some handmaiden call him the princess' shadow, when he was in the kitchens to eat and even if Aemma couldn't care less about some rumors, he didn't want her to be in trouble because of him.
"Come on, Trys' I swear if you start acting like the queen's dog I'll— I'll fly back to the stepstones." She threatened and the knight laughed at the mention of Ser Criston Cole.
The queen's dog indeed. "You know why—" He replied and Aemma interrupted him.
"Yes yes, I'm well aware that our friendship is starting to raise questions but I don't care. You can sit next to me without being categorized as my secret lover !" She almost shouted with a roll of her eyes and the knight nodded in agreement before sitting next to the princess who smiled and re-opened her book.
"What are you reading ?" He asked as Aemma turned the page of her book.
"The tales of the conquest." She whispered and the knight frowned as he read the line her index finger was pointing. "Have you not read this book a thousand times ?" He asked and Aemma sighed.
She knew everything about the conquest but after a week of nesting, Bloodfyre had laid her eggs two days ago but she was still warming them and Aemma could not bear anymore the dreadfully boring organization of the wedding. Even Helaena had deserted the queen's chambers, deciding that her mother was suited enough to plan this all on her own.
She had tried for a week, to help with the decisions but thinking about what lord should sit next to what lord ? No, it was too much for Aemma who just wanted to help with choosing the menu and the dresses.
"Did you know that Visenya took an arrow in the shoulder during the field of fire ?" Aemma asked with a smile. "I find it rather... ironic."
Trystane rolled his eyes. "I don't know how your uncle taking an arrow and almost dying is funny but if you say so." He scolded her and Aemma's smile fell.
No, it was not funny. Poetic yes, for sure, but not funny.
Especially since she had started avoiding him by all means since her return from Driftmark. Still ashamed by the way her mind had managed to make her believe that he was dead, she had adopted a strategy to keep her distance from him.
"Seven blessings, princess." Aemma quickly raised her head and and slightly frowned at the sight of lord Larys Strong, standing in front of them.
"Lord Larys." Aemma greeted him with a smile as she closed her book.
