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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Flicking through the paintings before her, Aemma looked on at them with a soft smile as she sorted through them.
Her sweet children, Jaehaerys and Jaehaera had drawn these and Aemma cherished them with all her heart, even though to some it may have seen like scribbles on a parchment, but to her it was their mind.
It got to show her a piece of their minds, if they were happy or not, they both used bright colours a lot, which she took as a good sign and they never drew anything dark which as a mother was an achievement, being able to shield your children from as much dark and evil as possible.
The day they started drawing death, sadness or anything dark was when Aemma would begin to worry for her children, but as of now they were pure and kind.
Helaena was also up here along with her sewing a dragon fly into a piece of cloth, both Helaena and Aemma liked to sew designs for the children's clothes and blankets, their own clothes and even sometimes their other family members too.
"It is our fate, I think? To care what is given to another, if one posses a thing the other will take it away", Helaena was talking to the new handmaiden that was keeping the children entertained with the two Princesses.
Aemma was sad to find out that Dyana had quit her services with Aemma, Aegon and the children, instead moving to another part of the Red Keep to continue different duties.
"Yes, Princess", the new handmaiden agreed, not quite understanding but still agreeing, Helaena seeming to get the message that the woman didn't understand her and nodded off the awkwardness.
Looking to the handmaiden with a reprimanding look to leave, the handmaiden then cleared up her supplies and left the room, Aemma missed Dyana, Dyana would never dismiss Helaenas ramblings like that.
As the handmaiden exited the room they didn't hear Alicent and Otto approaching the room, Otto agreeing that Aegon should be King but hesitant to disagree on the fact that Aemma was ready to be Queen.
Alicent disagreeing highly on that, if it was up to her and not how the Realm would react or Viserys wishes, she would've made Aemma Queen on her own.
She knew her daughter was more than capable of ruling then her son ever was. Stopping Otto outside the door as they listened in on the room for a second.
Turning then to her sister, Aemma walked up and sat next to her on the small couch as she wrapped her arm in hers. "You are right", she nodded, thinking on Helena's previous words from moments ago. "We are always not quite as good as we wish. As capable, as bright. It is the human way to fall short of ourselves."
Looking to her father with an 'I told you so looks', Alicent then burst into the room, Otto coming in behind her, Aemma standing up at her mothers entry.
"Mother, Grandfather", she greeted the two, her eyes looking between them confused at their appearances and why they were up here.
"Where is Aegon?", Otto asked, looking to Aemma for the answer as he ignored her greetings.
