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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"...wer", a weak voice groaned, causing Aemma to hum in her sleep as she began to wake up, a hold tightening on her hand. "Flower", the voice got clearer.
"Aegon", she mumbled, her eyes blinking slightly as she began to wake up, registering Aegons voice in her unconscious mind.
"Aemma", Aegons voice croaked back, letting out a groan as his hand tightened around hers, her mind waking up as she remembered the past days events.
"Aegon!", she exclaimed, her eyes snapping open as she sat up from her laid down position with haste.
All she got in return from her brother was a coughing fit, his lungs having inhaled lots of smoke from his fall in battle.
Leaning forward Aemma concernedly held her hands out over Aegon as she was unsure on what to do, how she could help.
"Call the Maesters", Aemma yelled out so that the knights standing guard outside the door would hear her yells.
It leading to now where she was stood back watching Aegon groan as the Maesters peeled and peeled off the seaweed from Aegons wounds, Aemma biting her nails as she watched her brother attempt to flinch away from their every touch.
"Let me", she interrupted them, dropping her hand from her mouth as she walked forward getting in between the Maesters.
Having been stood back and watching closely to the Maesters work on Aegon wounds every few hours Aemma felt confident in her ability in changing the seaweed on his wounds from now in whenever she could.
"Leave us", she then ordered to the Maesters.
"Your Grace", each of them bowed in respect to their Queen before exiting the room.
At their leave, Aemma had continued their place as she gently began to peel off the seaweed covering the wounds, taking her time with each leaf.
Making sure not to yank too harshly to get them off like the Maesters had been doing, coaxing the green leaf to come off with time and patience.
It was beginning to get sort of peaceful as the room fell into a silence as Aemma gently peeled off the seaweed, Aegons labored breaths filling the silence in the room.
"Your much gentler than they are", Aegon commented through the silence, his breaths still heavy as he watched Aemma carefully peel the seaweed from his skin.
"I'm glad", Aemma smiled at his compliment, Aegon attempting to smile back at her but his face was too swollen to fully allow him to without it hurting.
The room then falling back into a comforting silence as Aemma continued to work on his injuries, Aegons eyes fluttering closed as he fell back asleep.
