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As the wheelhouse moved, Aemma smoothed her hands down her dress. A deep red dress, nearly the color of blood, decorated in onyx crystals turned into dragons that wrap their long necks all the way around the dress is what her serving girl chose.
Aemma didn't or couldn't breathe on the ride to the sept.
This was it.
Her coronation to be Queen, a spot that she has never been prepared for.
Aemma was blind most of her childhood, in truth, ignorance was bliss.
She was blind to the rumors about her and her brothers being bastards.
She was blind to the truth about being a bastard.
When mother and grandsire named Jace as mother's heir, it was just hours after the twins were born. Seeing as she was the eldest, she should have been the rightful heir. However, her mother had been advised to name Jace her heir. As he was the second son, Luke was named the heir to their father as the next Lord of Driftmark. She hadn't known then that she'd been passed over twice by her brothers but surely knew it as she lost all of them one by one.
She was only named Queen of the Seven Kingdoms when there was no one else. Rhaenyra Targaryen and all of her sons were dead. Daemon Targaryen and his twin girls were dead as well.
Aemma was the only one left.
The Last Targaryen.
Muña! Muña! Please, I need you! Aemma plead in her thoughts
However, no matter how hard she prayed and wished, her mother was still dead.
They all were.
"Aemma.."
"Do not fret, Sweet Girl."
Tears pooled in her eyes as she swore she heard her mother and father's voices. The voices of her family never left her, even after she was freed.
When her carriage arrived, everyone was at the Sept. Smallfolk and highborns.
The High Septon anointed Aemma when her walk afront the many surviving lords and regents ended.
She took a knee, sprawling the dress in a circle that the High Septon struggled not to step on. She looked up at the old man, shaking as he chanted the messages of the Seven, swiping fingertips of water over her forehead.
Aemma thought it was a weak attempt to cleanse her. To cleanse her of her memories, swimming and staining her mind like rotted blood.
It didn't work.
She still remembered everything. Helping her mother through the birth of Viseyna, hearing about her siblings deaths, watching Jace die and using his bloated body to float to safety, hearing that her father and Joffrey had died and watching her mother be burned to death. Not to mention those that died by her command to Aegarax and what she endured for the two months in captivity.
Why was she the one to survive?
Once her coronation was over, Aemma went back to the castle along with the riverlords, The Lads, Lord Corlys and his men.
A cloud of Ravens rose from the Red Keep, summoning the poisoned King's loyalist to King's Landing to do homage to their new monarch. Safe conducts were given, full pardons promised.
Something that made her rage internally.
Why should those who sided with a Usurper be granged pardons? Why should they not be burned by Aegarax?
"Round up Lord Larys Strong the Clubfoot, Grand Maester Orwyle, Ser Perkin the Flea, Mushroom, Septon Eustace, Ser Gyles Belgrave and the rest of the Usurper's court. In a fortnight, we shall see if they will bend the knee and swear loyalty to me." Aemma commanded, still hoarse from the torture she endured
"Queen Aemma, what is to be done about Dowager Queen Alicent?" Lady Alysanne asked
That was an excellent question. The woman had tortured her mother since Aemma and Jace were born and continued to do so until their family left for Dragonstone when the twins were 10. Alicent Hightower had helped her son steal the throne from the rightful heir.
What was to be done about the former Queen Mother?
"I say we kill her." Someone spoke
"She was only doing what she thought was right!" Another defended
Aemma held up her hand and silently fell across the room, "Enough. Alicent Hightower will be confined to her chambers until she and the others are to swear fealty to me. She will receive no visitors except for serving girls."
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