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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After arriving back at the Keep from the Great Sept, Aemma hadn't bothered to change out of her mourning veil as she headed straight for Jaehaeras chambers.
Entering to finally dismiss the nursemaid who hadn't left the little girls side, tucking Jaehaera into bed and clearing up the room before she left, making sure to check that there was a suitable amount of knights guarding her daughters chambers.
Satisfied with her checks she then began to make her way back towards her own chambers down the hall.
Pushing open her doors and smiling as she expected to be met with her older sister, seeing the white hair and going to greet her.
"Helae-...Aemond?", Aemma called confused as she registered Aemond instead of their sister sitting on the side of her bed, half dressed with his face down toward the ground.
Lifting his head up at her gentle, soothing voice, Aemond revealed to Aemma his disheveled appearance, not only was he half dressed, but his eyepatch was nowhere to be seen, leaving the sapphire out for anyone to see.
After his humiliating treatment by his own brother down at the brothel, Aemond had returned in a hurry back to the Keep, seeking out the one person who understood him more than himself.
"Aemond?", Aemmas voice cut in through the silence worriedly.
Not responding, Aemond stood up from where he was perched on the edge of her bed, standing to his full height before walking towards her.
"Is everything al-"
Aemma cut herself off with a gasp as Aemond hugged her, his arms wrapping around her as he just held her. Reacting quickly as she then lifted her arms up to hold him back.
Finally being in his safe embrace once more, surrounded by his love, Aemma felt everything pause as she seemed to let go of any guilt or sadness weighing her down as she snuggled closer into his chest.
"We never did get to travel the world", Aemond hummed in wonder after a minute of silence as he hugged Aemma closer to him, breathing in her comforting scent.
"And eat only cake", Aemma too smiled at the memory, remembering their promise to one another.
How the times have changed since they were young and filled with dreams, Aemma now being the Queen, a war brewing, so much has happened.
Their dream now would forever just be that, a dream. A, 'what could have been'.
"Even if we cannot travel the world as we wished, would you settle for some late night lemon cakes with me?", Aemond proposed to her with a light smile.
"I-I....", Aemma stuttered, breathing heavily as all her sadness returned in that moment just at the mention of the sour treat. "I can't", she finally got out in a shaky breath.
