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☆。𝘚𝘠𝘗𝘕𝘖𝘚𝘐𝘚 ☆。
Aemma Velaryon was a mere child of nine when a blatant truth came to be understood by her; There was blood that waited to be spilled in the court. It was hidden beneath the masks of dreadful politeness but still prevailed in the veins of all snakes and dragons.
In the court days of shadows and whispers, Aemma stood as a girl of ignorance, a reeking impertinence in the face of duty, perhaps a delicate bloom in a garden of treachery. The scent of blooming ivies lingered around her, a sweet facade masking the venomous truths that lurked beneath the surface. And within the hidden walls of coiling tendrils, Aemma longed to escape the vines of power and intrigue that ensnared her.
The realm's weight bore down upon her, a lingering duty inherited from her mother's burdens and her ancestors' sins. And yet now as the time fast approached her to meddle in her mind, one decision was all it took for the jests of fate that had long been etched in the tapestry of her soul, to guide her steps along a path fraught with peril and promise.
The dance would happen between the snakes and the dragons, whether they wanted it or not, many players would emerge, and dying writers would scribe for the last time, for the little girl Aemma was and the madwoman was supposed to be.
