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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"How was your time on Dragonstone, princess ?" Alicent asked making Aemma raise her eyes toward the queen.
"Great." She replied, smiling at the queen who nodded and took a sip of her tea.
The princess frowned but decided not to say anything. It had been a week since her return from Dragonstone, the queen had already asked her how it had been. And Aemma had already said that it had been great. She didn't understand why the queen would ask again, out of nowhere, but she decided not to care. She was probably trying to make the conversation with the girl.
Aemma, the queen, Helaena and their ladies in waiting were gathered in the queen's gardens for the afternoon, the ladies were doing most of the conversation, Helaena was playing with a small spider and Aemma was seated next to her, a notebook on the lap, pencil in the left hand absently drawing.
"I heard," Alicent spoke again and Aemma looked up at the queen. "your mother was expecting another child." She smiled to the princess and Aemma smiled as well. "Congratulation."
"Thank you, your grace." She said and the queen nodded.
Aemma wasn't surprised to hear that the news of her mother's pregnancy had reached the capital. Daemon had had a feast organized in the honor of his wife and their future child. Kingslanding and Dragonstone were close, it was even surprising that the queen heard about it just now.
"Nyra is expecting again ?" Helaena asked and Aemma nodded.
The queen slightly frowned at the nickname her daughter used to refer to the princess. She remembered that day, a day before Aemond's birth, when she had walked toward Helaena's chambers and found her, she who had always hated her touch, sitting on her sister's lap, facing her, a wooden dragon in the hand while Rhaenyra was trying to teach her how to pronounce her name.
Helaena was two then. And Rhaenyra's name had too much syllables for her to pronounce correctly. No matter how many times the princess would repeat "Rhae-ny-ra" Helaena would only chuckle and reply "Nyra !".
Perhaps her father was wrong, she had first thought when she had witnessed the exchange between her daughter and late friend. Perhaps Rhaenyra would never harm her siblings. But she had quickly came back to her senses. Helaena was a girl. She was no threat to her claim. And she had never witnessed such exchanges between Rhaenyra and Aegon. So the smile she had harbored, had faded the longer she had stood by the door.
Helaena had never accepted to be touched nor held so long, she had never stayed on her lap this long, had never laughed that much in her presence. She would most likely cry whenever someone would touch her. And it was okay, Alicent had thought, because she wasn't just rejecting her, she was rejecting everyone. But not anymore.
Not anymore. Because she had been there, chuckling more than she had ever been, seated on her sister's lap, exchanging words. When she would only cry in front of her own mother.
