❝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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The seventh moon of the year started before anyone had time to plan for the future. And with the seventh moon came the dismissal of Lord Owen Merryweather from his position as Hand of the King, by the King due to the events in the Stormlands, unfortunately the position of Hand of the King was not the only title that Lord Owen was stripped of, as Aerys stripped him of his lands and titles and had him exiled from the Realm.
In his stead, Lord Jon Connington was named Hand of the King due to his reputation as a warrior. With his new position, Lord Jon Connington gathered forces under the Targaryen banner and led them into the field to be met by Lord Hoster Tully and Lord Jon Arryn.
Lord Hoster Tully who joined the Rebellion after the betrothal between his eldest daughter, Catelyn Tully, and the late Brandon Stark fell through upon the latter's death. With his plea for alliance, Jon Arryn had brokered another betrothal between House Stark and House Tully, by having Eddard Stark take his brother's place and marry Lady Catelyn.
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The eighth moon was also marked by the birth of Lady Ashara's babe, a birth as difficult as any other but relatively easy given the state of the Realm. Ashara was attended to by her Princess Elia, by Princess Aemma, by Queen Rhaella and by Lady Cersei, who guided her through labour and helped take care of the newborn babe.
"He's beautiful." Cersei gushes in Ashara's tired direction, glancing up at her while leaning over her Princess's shoulder.
Aemma was holding the babe, smiling down at him with the same gentle kindness that she'd displayed when her niece and nephew were born. "He truly is Ashara, you did wonderfully." Aemma complimented, barely looking at the exhausted mother.
There were no doubts that Aemma would be aiding the midwives with the babe until Ashara was well enough to care for the babe on her own.
"What does he look like?" Ashara rasped as she leaned against the pillows, sipping the cold water that her Princess had given her.
"Like a Dayne, through and through, his eyes are still to blue to know if they will turn violet." Aemma replied lovingly, cooing at the babe in her arms.
"With your gentleness and love for babes, one would assume that you were a mother yourself." Rhaella told her daughter as she pressed a kiss on her temple, making her daughter stiffle a laugh that the other women in the chambers let out.
The moment was sweet, innocent and filled with love, a welcome change to their lives at Court. Which since the news of Rhaegar's disappearance and the deaths of the Stark father and son along with their companions, had become dark and dangerous, even just breathing could get a person set ablaze with wildfire.
