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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A couple of hours later, the sun had begun to set and Aemma had since discarded her black veil, moving around the Red Keep in her mourning dress still.
Turning the corner to get to the stairs so she could go up and back to her chambers and get ready for the night.
Two handmaidens followed behind her like guard dogs, Aemma having tried to order them away with her new Queenly authority, though they stayed by her side on the riders of the King which outranked her.
Climbing up the stairs, Aemma pulled up her skirts as she begun to climb the many steps, at that moment Aegon had appeared from around the corner at the stop of the stairs as he defended with two Kingsguard behind him as they approached one another.
Stopping for a moment in the middle of the long stairs, Aegon and Aemma stopped for a split second as they look at one another, this being the first time they'd seen one another since the dungeons.
The two siblings stared at one another, not knowing what exactly more they could say to make this pain go away.
Aegon eyes just snapped away from her as he then forced himself to move forward with his guards following behind him.
Aemma stood there for another second as she just nodded to herself in understanding of his dismissal knowing he needed his time.
Bunching up her skirts in her hand and darting up the stairs unexpectedly as she attempted to escape the handmaidens who tried to catch up with her.
The two not knowing how to share their grief to one another, only their rage.
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Having made it up the stairs, Aemma dismissed the handmaidens that were reluctant to leave her, though they had no real choice but to as she was their Queen, leaving her on her own.
Aemma then made her way into her children's room, walking in to the chambers to be met with the sight of servants clearing up and cleaning the room.
She watched with tears in her eyes as they began to take down Jaehaerys bed, having no more use for it along with the blood that stained the wood, taking it down piece by piece.
Turning all around the room, Aemma spun around to see them beginning to remove all of Jaehaerys things, his clothes and such.
Her eyes caught a figurine sitting on the table, Helaena having picked it up off of the floor and moving it there when she was in here.
Taking steps towards the table then Aemma reached her hand out to take the small wooden horse figure that Jaehaerys loved so much, his favorite toy.
Holding the figure in her hand, running her fingers over its wooden texture, Aemma smiled for the first time since she'd lost her son as she remembered his love for the animal.
