M-A-M-A. G-I-R-L.
Mamas Girl.
Alicent Hightower loved all her children.
She did, and no one could deny that.
But she has and always will love her youngest daughter Aemma Targaryen just that little bit more.
Aemma didn't look or act like any of her...
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Growing up, Aemma Targaryen was the talk of the court. It was seeming to be quite the scandal that she looked exactly like her mother.
It didn't help the fact that she also had no dragon, any egg she'd been given didn't seem to want to hatch.
The only reason people couldn't call her a bastard or anything of the sorts was because her twin brother was Aemond Targaryen.
He also didn't have a dragon but, unlike her, Aemond seeped Valyrian blood, he was a faucet for it.
Whilst with Aemma you've to be close enough to get to be able see her Valyrian features, the small bits of violet in her green eyes, the fair nearly sickly skin tone.
Though no one was ever able to get that close to the Princess to notice these small things as her mother, siblings and Ser Criston never left her side unacquainted.
She was always with one of them, never seen around on her own. Which lead up to now where she was sewing with her sister Helaena under the watchful eyes of her mother.
Well, Helaena was meant to be sewing but instead she turned and took out her insects, studying them aloud.
"It has eyes, though I don't believe it can see", Helaena informed the two sat around her as she kept her eyes on the tiny creature crawling on her hands.
"And why is that so, do you think?", Alicent asked from where she sat on the floor, head in her hand.
It wasn't that Alicent didn't want to bond with her eldest daughter, she really did. She just found it hard to find interest in the things Helaena loved.
"It is beyond our understanding", Helaena replied in awe, completely fascinated by the insect in her hands.
"I suppose you're right. Some things just are", Alicent answered rubbing her arm before turning to her right side to look at Aemma.
"How's your needle work going, flower?", Alicent asked gently, moving closer to the soft spoken girl.
"I don't know", Aemma shrugged, holding up the needle work she'd been doing, a flower, and it was going along nicely.
"Beautiful, you must make one for me", Alicent smiled at her little girl, reaching out to fix her hair styled the exact same as hers.
Because Aemma looked like her mini me, Alicent would dress her up in matching outfits the same as her own nearly everyday.
Today they adorned matching hairstyles, and then Aemma and Helaena were wearing matching pink dresses.
"I'm making this one for you", Aemma smiled up at her mother, Alicent leaning in to give her a hug and a kiss on the head before letting her go back to her sewing to finish it.
Beginning to thread the needle through the cloth Aemma was cut off with a slice of pain in her finger as the door burst open, making her jump and prick herself on the needle.
