❝A Dragon must serve❞
That's what Aemma Targaryen had been taught her whole life, they serve the Crown, the Throne, the Realm and the people. And that's what she's done her whole life, be dutiful to her family and the Realm, even through rebellions...
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After the catastrophe that was the Tourney of Harrenhal, Prince Rhaegar returned with his family back to Dragonstone, his sister and her lady-in-waiting in toe as Princess Elia entered the last month of her pregnancy.
The Targaryen siblings had yet to speak with each other, although Rhaegar had tried multiple times to mend the bridge between them, which Aemma successfully ignored, tending to the pregnant Princess or spending her time with her niece.
"How long will you ignore me for Hāedar (Younger sister)?" Rhaegar questioned his younger sister as he watched her carry Rhaenys on her hip expertly, unlike King Aerys, Aemma did everything in her power to shower her niece with love and gifts.
"How long will it take you to admit that you screwed up?" Aemma questioned her older brother, uttering the first words since the Tourney. Rhaegar sighed and ran a hand over his face, he couldn't begin to explain why he'd crowned the Northern Lady, other than her beauty.
While his match with Elia had been an arranged one, he wouldn't deny that he'd began caring for her, but the way that Lyanna smiled and blushed when talking to him, and the tears that fell down her cheeks as he played his songs, tears that were prompted by pregnancy, he craved the presence of someone like that.
"Hāedar... (Younger sister....)" Rhaegar sighed out, tired and annoyed, he knew that he could easily claim that he'd screwed up, but he couldn't, because if he did utter those words, he would be lying. Rhaegar couldn't explain why Lyanna Stark's beauty had bewitched him, he couldn't explain why he wanted to chase after a Noble Lady that was already betrothed.
A moment of strange wisdom crossed Aemma, who stopped mid step and turned back to her brother. Had Aemma's snow white hair not been in a braid, it would have flown around her and Princess Rhaenys, her hands held the young Princess tightly and carefully as her face contorted into a menacing one.
"You are not Aegon the Conqueror, nor Maegor the Cruel to have more than one wife." Aemma spat at her brother furiously, "Do not presume you can take more than one woman as a wife." She stepped closer to her older brother and hissed out in High Valyrian "If you dare wed another woman while Elia is alive, I will make you wish that father is the one who punishes you."
There had been few times in which Rhaegar Targaryen was scared of his sister in his life. The first had been when Aemma was 7, when a maid had taken Aemma's Valyrian dagger to the King and tattled on her, the second had been when Aemma was 9, the first time the Targaryen Royal Family travelled to Dragonstone since Rhaegar's birth, and she'd been prohibited from leaving the Keep and visiting the sleeping volcano, then the third time had been just the previous moon, at the Tourney at Harrenhall.
