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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True to their words from yesterday, both mother and daughter had elected to miss todays Small Council meeting.
Opting instead to spend some alone time together in Alicents chamber this morning instead of sitting through the Small Council meeting that was no doubt all talk of war.
Aemma also knew that Aemond would most likely be there, him being one of their greatest advantages for the war coming, not wanting to face him since their last encounter.
She was still stunned over his actions, not able to believe what he'd tried to succumb to, to force onto her, himself onto her.
The women had spent the whole morning together, basking in each others comforting presence as they both silently battled with their own conflicting thoughts.
A knock at the door startled the comfortable silence the two women had created, Alicent dropping the delicate dragon figurine she'd been reminiscing with, causing it to land to the stone floor and crack.
The Dowager Queen cursing lightly as she watched its wing crack off as she turned to the door, Aemma instead kneeling down as she began to gather the pieces.
The newly posted knights opened the door on Alicents request. "Good morrow, Your Grace...My Queen?", the voice of their Maester greeted the two women as he entered the chambers to meet the two women.
Side eyeing Aemma who was knelt on the floor, having not known of her presence which made him nervously clutch what he had in his hands as he looked at the Queen, forcing his eyes back onto Alicent who had summoned him.
"Good morrow, Grand Maester", Alicent greeted back to the man, her hands joining together as she nervously played with her fingers.
Her eyes flickering between the man and her daughter, she had not expected him to have been done so quickly with what she had asked him to do.
Gulping as he placed the cup down onto the table, removing the cloth he'd used to hide the tea from any prying eyes of the Red Keep.
"As requested", Orwyle dutifully said, his eyes blinking towards Aemma once more. "I brewed it myself", he told Alicent looking back to her.
The Maester was having an inner battle in his head as he looked down to the moon tea, wondering wether he should inform the King of this encounter.
Worrying that he was betraying the man as he thought that the tea may have been for Aemma and not some servant girl.
Nervous on if he should go tell the King of his wife mayhaps trying to rid herself of a baby, a future heir.
