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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In her grief, Aemma clung to the headless body of her child, hopelessly praying for a miracle to occur.
Not allowing for any of the servants that eventually came in to take his body or to touch any of his linens as they could not be trusted.
She was no fool! She'd knew that the two killers were employed by her house, one being a rat catcher and the other one a gold cloak.
No one she didn't know could be trusted, and she didn't spend much time with many of the servants, usually ordering them away.
It wasn't long before Ser Criston had entered with haste, being the one to convince the woman to let them move the boys body and clean up the linens.
Convincing her by promising that he'd make sure Jaehaerys's little body made it to the Silent Sisters safely, leaving her in the room alone with the servants once more as he guarded the body as it made its way across the Keep.
It was when Ser Cole returned only to find that Aemma had disappeared from the bedside that was now stricken of its once bloody sheets.
Moments before he'd returned, the Queen was seen raising up from her kneeled spot by her sons bed on shaky legs as she took one last look at the large blood stain before turning out the door.
Her bloody nightdress flowing around as she exited from the room, her face stoic as she walked around the now much busier royal quarters, servants stopping to stare at their Queen as she moved.
Walking past Aegons room she could hear the sounds of his rageful screams as he smashed and crushed Viserys master piece, having been awoken and told the news of Jaehaerys death.
Continuing on, Aemma fought to keep her brave blank face as she made haste in the direction of the only place she wanted to seek comfort.
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Strolling into his bedroom since he'd left at the late hours of the night, Aemond was immediately hit by changes once he'd gotten in the door.
His eye glancing around to be met by an opening, his brow raising curiously as he walked up to it, showing a secret passage that the two men probably used to enter the Keep unnoticed.
Turning back around his eye then caught onto the map laying on his table that him and Ser Criston had been using to strategize, the gold coins they'd been using now missing.
Except for one, that he kneeled down to collect off the floor where it was hidden under the table, turning the little gold coin around in his hand as he looked at it.
A sniffle that broke out from behind him made him slightly jump as he stood up and turned quickly to face the noise, everyone in the Keep being very on edge at the moment.
