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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"King Viserys of House Targaryen, the First of His Name, King of the Andals, and the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm!"
As his titles were read out, everyone looked on at him as he began to hovel his way down the steps.
Some watching with pride, worry, sadness, happiness and overall shock, most days the King couldn't even make it out of bed, never mind down the steps and through the Throne Room.
The stick that he leant on to keep him up, and also to keep moving was leaving banging noises on the floor as he put majority of his weight on it.
Otto then raised himself from the Throne cautiously, walking down the steps to meet his King.
"I will sit the Throne today!", he mustered with a croaky unstable voice.
"Your Grace", Otto nodded, moving aside to go stand by his family.
Raising a foot onto the steps, everyone in the room flinched as a loud bang echoed around, Viserys crown crashing to the floor.
"No, i'll be fine", he shooed off a guard that had approached to help him, the guard backing away at his Kings orders.
Aemma watched on at her fathers figure sadly, even though she knew he didn't love her as much as everyone liked to tell her he did, a lot of the time she thinks that the King only believed he had one child.
All in all he was still her father and she didn't enjoy to watch him suffer, she didn't like to see anyone suffer, cruelty was not in her nature.
Looking utterly defeated, Viserys heaved as he tried to catch his breath, staring down at his crown he didn't know if he could pick it up with just one arm, that arm being utilized to keep him up on his cane.
Feeling hands on him once more Viserys went to argue with the person that had placed their hand on his back, turning to them only to be met with the greenest of eyes.
His daughter...his daughter, Aemma had waltzed forward toward her father, taking ahold of his arm to support him.
Blinking at her utterly dumbfounded, Viserys tried his best to smile at her as she gave him a comforting smile.
Alicent watched her daughter, not in shock, no, she watched her with a loving smile. She knew that her girl had the biggest heart, always lifting others up.
That was the best gift she could ever receive as a mother, knowing that she had raised a bundle of love, raising three bundle of loves was a miracle.
