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"Jacaerys, stop!" Scolded her brother Aemma as Jace couldn't stand still, acting even worse than Lucerys, grabbing his hand to force him to stand, "Behave or I will take all of your pudding," She added in.
Jacaerys and Lucerys looked up at her, both of them smiling at their sister.
"Aemm," Gasped Jace.
Aemma's frown broke into a wide grin, squeezing his smaller hand. The three siblings stood with their mother and their father at the docks, waiting for Lord Corlys and Princess Rhaenys, their grandparents, to exit their massive ship.
"There!" Pointed out Luke, pointing out with his index finger towards the direction of their grandmother who stepped from the ship first.
Aemma straighten her posture and held an casual expression, keeping Jacaerys and Lucerys by her side, holding their hands in hers, giving them both small squeeze.
When their grandparents finally approached them, Lucerys escaped her hand and ran straight towards their grandsire, Lord Corlys.
"Ah, lad! You have grown almost two feet since I last saw you!" Laughed Corlys, smile forming on his face.
Rhaenys Targaryen, was one of the most beautiful women who Aemma ever seen. With her warm eyes and kind smile, beautiful long white hair and beauty dress she always wore.
Older woman, Targaryen Princess, watched with the same pointed expression she always had when it came to her grandsons. She couldn't forgive Rhaenyra how she was shaming her son.
She knew whole her husband, Corlys, was blind to the obvious lies. Maybe, it was because he so desperately wanted to have grandsons. And not only granddaughters.
"Son!" Smiled Corlys widely at his son and pulled him into a tight hug.
"Aemma, don't slouch," Snapped Rhaenyra, as she saw that her daughter was not looking like a proper princess.
Aemma just took a deep breath, not saying anything at her mother's words. She just straightened her posture for appearance purpose. It was as if her own mother didn't love her. That she was bothering her with her existence and that was why she was keeping her on a tighter line than her brothers. Or because her brothers were different.
"Aemma, darling," Greeted Rhaenys her granddaughter and placed a hand on her cheek.
"Walk with me, granddaughter," Suggested Rhaenys, smile on her face.
Aemma looked up at her parents for permission and Leanor only nodded his head in agreement. Not waiting for Rhaenyra to say something. Aemma happily linked her arm with her grandmother's and the older Princess steered her towards the royal gardens.
