And The Flame Awakens. ( Aemma Targaryen )ⁱⁿ ᵖʳᵒᵍʳᵉˢˢ

one - 6 years later

I fling the door open, anger obvious on my face, "Is it the truth? "
"Leave us," my mother, throws her hands towards Joffery and the door.
"Come Joffery," Jacaerys picks his pace up and Joffery stumbles to follow.
"He means to call into question Luc's legitimacy. And by extension, mine, and by extension, your own claim to the throne."
"Daughter, Vaemond cares only about Driftmark and the Velaryon line. Not about our politics," Daemon says, coming from behind Rhaenrya, handing her a letter.
"Just what I fear, Rhaenys has flown to court." Rhaenrya sighs.
"Surely, she can not be backing him," My fist curled, and I could feel my face turning red from the anger I held.
Rhaenrya quickly sets the letter down, wrapping her hands around my face to calm me just as she's done when I was a child. "My daughter, you've been alone all these years, angry. Maybe you could speak to him whilst we're there.
"He married Helaena, mother," I shake my head.
"Yes he did but that's not stopping your brother from speaking to his once betrothed," Daemon chuckles.
"My brother isn't a very good rule follower recently," I raise my eyebrow.
"Aemma, you haven't been much of a rule follower since birth."
"And where do you think I get it from," I smirk, moving my eyes back and forth from my parents.
"Hmm," Rhaenrya chuckles. "To kings landing?
I sigh, nodding as if I even have a choice.

It's been 6 years since I've last been to Kings Landing, those same years since I've seen Aegon Targaryen. My betrothed, the boy who chased me for so many years I was sure his legs would fall off one day. 6 years ago I finally stopped running, only for it to start again when he turned against me right in front of my eyes, confirming he started the rumor of my brothers. I swore to never step foot into Kings Landing until it was my turn on the throne... until now.

After a long and uncomfortable trip, my two brothers and I land our dragons on Dragons Keep, quickly rushing to the castle until, as usual, Jace and Luc's attention gets pulled elsewhere. A crowd.
"Luc come see," Jace pulls Lucerys away from me, bringing him inside the crowd, I follow curious about the loud clanks of metal swords hitting one another.
"See? I told you this would still be here. And you thought you could swing Criston's Morningstar. Remember Aemma when he almost took his own head off?" Jace chuckles, as I do.
I nudge Luc, with discomfort on his face, "What's wrong, little brother?"
'Everybody's staring at us."
I had already felt the eyes on me the moment I stepped off Drogon, my dragon, I had only hoped the boys wouldn't notice.
"Luc," I whisper, pulling him farther from the crowd.
"No one would question me being heir to Driftmark... if... if I looked more like Ser Laenor Velaryon than Ser Harwin Strong," Luc whispers back, freezing me in place.
"It doesn't matter what they say," Jacerys bites his tongue, though it's obvious it bothers him too when he looks behind him for the 3rd time only just standing there for a few moments.
Speechless, I say my goodbyes to my brother, making my way to my grandsires chambers. where my mother and father will be waiting.

The guards recognized me immediately, opening the doors for me where as I expected my mother was standing.
"Mother, how is he?" I step closer but only for her to step in front of me shielding the view of his bed. "That bad?"
She starts to speak as the doors fling open and Alicent Hightower walks in.
"Princess Rhaenrya, Prince Daemon," She speaks, turning her head toward me, obvious surprise on her face that I showed, "Princess Aemma."
"Hmm," I hum, turning to face the windows.
"It has been so long since we were granted the joy of your presence."
"Though not long enough to merit a greeting upon our arrival," I say, eyeing my mother and her obvious comfortableness.
Father chuckles but mother side-eyes me, hinting to leave, "I'm sure the Queen had pressing business, my daughter."
"Huh," I scoff before leaving the room.

I lose my way multiple times before I finally find my old chambers as a girl, untouched as the day I left it. I flop on my bed, missing the way home felt.
"Flame," A whisper comes from the doorway. I jump from my spot, staring directly at Aegon Targaryen leaning against the door frame.
I quickly turn around, forcing myself to not look at the now grown man in front of me.
"You can't call me that anymore," I blurt.
I can feel the smirk on his face behind me, my entire body burning from his stare.
"You still wear the necklace?"
I turn, so fast I'm lucky to not be dizzy. I rip the necklace off my neck and throw it at him.
"No, I don't."
"Aemma," He lowers his head and immediately I regret it, not only for the look on his face but because I feel naked without it. Not once in the 6 years we've been apart have I taken that necklace off.
"You should leave," I force myself to say but he only moves further into the room. My eyes flicker to the jewel on his finger and his eyes follow. "I was your betrothed, how could you?"
"I had no choice," He claimed.
"You had every choice, you could've fled. If you would've come to Dragonstone-"
"Do you know what would've happened if I did so?" Aegon raises his voice. "I tried and when I was caught, they threatened me, they would kill you, Aemma."
"I would've helped you," I grabbed his face, wiping the tear from his cheek.
"I didn't call your brothers bastards," Aegon reassured. "Mother has tried to convince me for years they were but I never listened, I never cared."
"Why didn't you tell me?" I sobbed instantly. "Have you seen what my life has become without you?"
"Turn around, Flame," Aegon demanded and chills ran up my body as if we were young again and he was clipping that necklace around my neck for the first time.