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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As the atmosphere started to kick in and bad feelings were put arrest, everyone slipped into a comfortable talk amongst the people around them, it almost seemed normal, natural for the family, how it should've been.
Scouting at all of the delicacies that were presented on the table, Aemmas eyes zeroed in on the delightful lemon cakes that sat near to her.
Flickering her eyes up to her mother, she saw she was in deep conversation with her grandfather, Aemma then trying to be sneaky as she snaked her hand up the table to reach for one of the tasty treats, teasing her for a taste.
Hearing someone cough, Aemma looked up to meet the eyes of her mother, pausing her hand and slowly drawing it back from the warning look she got from the women.
Making a longing look to the lemon cakes in front of her, feeling her mouth water as she practically tasted and smelled them from her seat.
Looking to Aemma who was in a small conversation with Helaena, Jace kept glancing back over to her.
"Excuse me", Jace whispered to Baela, arriving from his seat and making way to Aemmas seat.
"Excuse me, Princesses", he spoke to the two girls before he then presented his hand out to Aemma. "Princess", he spoke solely to her.
Knowing this would piss Aegon off and rile Aemond up, Aemma smirked as she then took Jaces outstretched hand, placing her gloved hand in his, a reminder of what he had done in Driftmark, and letting him pull her up out of her seat and lead her to the middle of the floor behind them beginning to dance around gracefully.
Aemond looked to Aegon who was already staring at him. Both of them sharing looks of jealousy.
Aemond for obvious reasons, seeing as he and Aemma were lovers and Aegons for a more possessive reason at Aemma publicly being his wife.
Thinking of Jaces audacity asking HIS wife to dance right in front of him, and not a fan of Aemma excepting after the speech she'd made.
Viserys watched on with a loving smile as he watched his eldest grandson and youngest daughter dance.
Both Rhaenyra and Alicent watched on with motherly love, looking to the other for a few seconds as they thought back to the Small Coucnil meeting years ago when Rhaenyra had offered to betroth Aemma to Jacaerys, how different their lives would be?
Aemond had turned his chair slightly to watch the two, making sure that his nephew didn't try anything or make Aemma uncomfortable at any point, ready to pounce at the boy if needs be.
As Jace spun Aemma around, Aemma made eye contact with Aemond, sending him a small teasing smirk before she took her gaze off him, not before she saw his hands tighten on the arms of his chair.
"May I say you look ravishing tonight, Princess", Jace said to her, making sure to be loud enough that Aegon.....Aemond could hear.
Aemond was on the verge of flying up from his seat and cutting in, just on the verge to before Helaena had raised up from her seat and got in between Jace and Aemma.
