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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The gates to the Red Keep opened, revealing to the common folk the faces of Alicent Hightower, their Dowager Queen and Queen Mother. Helaena Targaryen, their Princess.
Finally, in between the two women sat their Queen, Aemma Targaryen. Holding her head forward as strong as she could as she tried to mentally prepare herself for this long and painful journey she was about to suffer.
All three women were clad in different shades of green, wearing matching black veils that was resting over their faces.
Along with that, all their hairs were styled exactly the same in a bunch of braids tied together into a bun at the back.
The only difference in their hairs being the color. Alicents was a dark auburn red, while Aemmas hair being almost exactly the same as her mothers it was just that tad bit brighter, Helaenas sticking out being the only silvery blonde out with them.
At first Aemma had sat straight with her head held up high as she was mentally preparing herself for what was about to happen.
But as soon as the carriage carrying Jaehaerys body began to move to be in front of them she couldn't force her head to stay up, her neck immediately snapping down so she wouldn't have to look at her sons pale body.
The last she'd saw her son was his dead and lifeless body, his head missing from it as she screamed.
She tried to stop thinking of it, taking deep breaths to try calm herself down from the freak out she so deservingly was owed, but she would have to get through this first.
The pull jolted the three women slightly as the wagon they sat in began to move forward, following after the carriage.
The bell of the city began to toll as they were pulled out the gates of the Red Keep, exiting out into the City.
They were going slower than Aemma had hoped to be going, this already long enough journey turning agonizingly longer than she had expected it to be.
Once they'd got more into the inner part of Flea Bottom was when the real show had started for them.
"Behold the works of Rhaenyra Targaryen!", Herald yelled out loud for all of the people to hear as he marched up from where he was in front of the carriage wheeling Jaehaerys's body.
"Pretender to the throne!", he continued to yell out to the common people who stared between the carriage holding Jaehaerys body and then back to the three women in their veils.
Throwing out crushed up flowers, leaves, hay and the lot of their crops to the women to showcase their dedication to the Crown.
The black veils on the women's heads acting as a shield for them, stopping the crushed pieces from entering their eyes but also as a cover for them to feel more comfortable.
