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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All the heads in the room then turned back over to Viserys as he stepped forward back into the middle of the room, waiting to see which side he'd take and how he'd react.
"This interminable infighting must cease! All of you! We are family!", he yelled spinning around to look at everyone, except Alicent, Aemma and Aemond.
Viserys not having the guts to face them and see the disappointment on their faces from the side he'd picked, knowing they wouldn't be happy, especially Alicent.
"Now, make your apologises and show good will to one another. Your father, your grandsire, your king demands it!", he threw his arms in the air as he finished his speech.
Alicent looked on to the man she'd been wed to with firey, raging, sadness and grief. She knew that he favored Rhaenyra to his other children and for the most while she accepted that.
Alicent knew that she could love her children twice as much to fill that ever growing hole Viserys tore them everyday.
But what she couldn't believe or accept was that here he stood, two of his children damaged by his first borns children, and he still over looked everything.
Where was the justice for his blood, even a punishment would suffice, a telling off anything, but there was none.
There was no justice, no punishment, no reprimanding on the Kings end. All Viserys did was ask for peace, Viserys the Peaceful.
The now sick man that they all called King began to stagger away, leaning most weight on his cane as he went to exit the hall, leaving behind two sides, the ones that are satisfied and the ones still seeking vengeance.
With tears in her eyes and a croak in her voice Alicent voiced her opinions. "That is insufficient", she stopped him in his tracks.
Viserys turning to his wife as she looked at him, her eyes begging him for something, anything to be done about this.
"Aemond and Flo-Aemma have been damaged permanently, My King. "Good will" cannot make them whole", Alicent told him, nearly slipping up.
Being so used to calling her Flower in private that she always almost forgets to address her by Viserys' given name in public.
"I know, Alicent, but I cannot restore his eye", Viserys told her in frustration, wanting to go back to bed. "And Aemmas hands will heal, the Maester said it himself.
"No, because it has been taken", Alicent pleaded with him. "Aemmas hands may heal but she will bare those scars for life."
"What would you have me do?", Viserys asked her exhausted, just wanting for all of this to be over.
"There is a debt to be paid. I shall have one of her son's eyes in return, or his hands slit, either will suffice", Alicent spoke madly in her grief, like a crazed woman as she glanced over toward the two Strong boys.
