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 two main doors to the Kings chamber opened, Aegon leading a wasted Aemma into the room, his newly appointed Kingsguard filing in behind them.
"What are you doing here?", Aegon called over to Alicent, noticing her squatted place on the floor by his cabinet.
His question made Aemmas half closed eyes turn to the corner of his room to see her mother standing up from her kneeled position on the floor, her eyes brightening as they opened widely.
"Mother!", Aemma cheered happily at the sight of the woman, unlatching herself from Aegons side and stumbling forward to throw herself onto Alicent, wrapping her arms around her in a hug.
"Flower! You're...", Alicent glanced over to Aegon as she smelt the wine on her daughters breath, hugging her back. "Where are your fathers books?", she chose to then question Aegon instead of the intoxication of Aemma.
"I ordered them removed", Aegon replied.
"With no thought to the centuries of knowledge in those pages", Alicent was quick to accuse him, Aemma pulling out of her arms at her tone as she looked to Aegon with a pout.
At her accusing tone, Aegon looked over to the Kingsguard that had filtered into the room behind him and Aemma on their entry, giving them a look to dismiss them.
"Your Graces", the men of the Kingsguard bowed to the three in respect before turning to leave the room, clashing into each other as they filed back out, shutting the doors.
"I removed them, I didn't burn them", Aegon reasoned with her, smiling as he welcomed the drunken Aemma back into his arms, the girl having stumbled back over to him.
"Dracarys!", Aemma whisper yelled, adding air to her voice as if she were a dragon blowing out fire after she'd heard the word 'burn'.
This being the only word she really understood from their Valyrian lessons as kids, only picking up a few small ones that were easier to pick up.
"Yes!", Aegon enthusiastically replied to Aemma, putting on a wide smile, happy that she was carefree for now...even if it was the wines doing.
Steering his sister then in the direction of the table in his room, Aegon sat her down at the end of the table, his smile dropping from his face once he was out of her eyeshot as he poured himself some wine.
"What is it?", Alicent called over to her son when she saw the look on his face.
"They don't care what I think", he told her matter of factly, moving then to sit on the ledge of the pillar behind Aemmas seat, resting his hands on the top of her chair.
"Who, Aegon?", Alicent sighed, walking up to the table towards her children.
"I care!", Aemma spoke up after her mother as she turner to face him, his words only registering in her head, reaching for his cup of wine that he swiftly moved away.
