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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Exiting her way through the Red Keep, Aemma made haste toward the door that would lead her out to the courtyard, wanting to see Aemond train.
It always thrilled her to watch him spar against Ser Criston or whomever dared, watching the way he held his sword and how he would intricately twirl it around.
It was like whenever he held a sword that it joined and extended to become part of his arm.
She exited through a door that led her onto one of the many balcony's the Red Keep contained, this one overviewing the courtyard, a stairs on the side leading down to it.
She remembered when her father, Viserys used to sit up here on his better days to watch all the boys train, he hasn't done that in years, with his decreasing health and also because Rhaenyra had took her children away to Dragonstone, that being the last time Viserys had sat and watched them train.
Coming up to the edge of the stone wall Aemma looked out and down to the courtyard below, looking for her twin.
He wasn't hard to spot, his long blonde hair with only the front pieces tied back, his Valyrian steel sword shining against the sun and not to mention the massive crowd surrounding him and Ser Criston, all betting on who they thought was going to win.
Aemma knew who was going to win, she'd watched Aemond send Ser Criston on his butt many a times, though she didn't doubt that Ser Criston wasn't any good.
It was a hard one to bet on as both were as skilled and familiar with the others fighting styles, making it hard to know who would win.
But Aemma just had a feeling that Aemond was going to win this one, he always seemed to try harder when she was watching and Ser Criston almost seemed to get softer with his swings.
See Criston wanted Aemma to be impressed by Aemond, even if that meant he would be landing on his butt every so often.
Catching something in the corner of his eye, Aemond glanced up to the balcony where Aemma now stood.
Her throwing him a gentle smile as he gave her a cocky grin in return, throwing his shield to the side, it landing in the dirt with a squelch.
Turning back to Ser Criston just as his Morningstar nearly hit him in the face, having been distracted slightly by the beauty up high.
Dodging it in the last second as they switched positions, going in a circle almost, Aemond ducking low as he held his sword to Ser Criston.
Ser Criston then went at him with his Morningstar, his swings would've been lethal to any other man, any many but Aemond.
Aemond dodging them with grace, as if this was a dance for him as he moved at the last second, almost to make Ser Criston believe he was going to hit him before he sneakily moved.
