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One year later
Aemma sighed out boredly and released the messy braid that she had been making on her hair. Combining her fingers through to separate her wild curls that she inherited from her father, trying not to wince when she got to a tangle and snagged, painfully tugging on her scalp.
She had been listening to Septa Marlow way longer than she wished. From the moment when her grandmother told her that she's not going to be her mother's heir she lost her enthusiasm and excitement to learn something new.
Since that day she has many more important things happening around her than her lessons. Like riding on her dragon and learning how to fight. And with every single day she more and more acted like Aegon. Angering her mother and not listening to her.
While her aunt Hela listened intently, Aemma was daydreaming and was wondering what her brothers and uncles were doing. The more orders she got, the more she hated being a girl in a man's world.
Outside of the window, the sun was shining onto the courtyard and gardens. The hedges bathed in the warm, golden light of the afternoon. The slight breeze was just enough to push the fresh air in through the opened windows, along with the sweet scents of the jasmine only one floor below.
A little blue and white bird landed on the ledge and Aemma stared at it, longing to the bird. Or at least on the top of her dragon.
So lost in her thoughts was Aemma, that she didn't notice her old Septa rising and crossing the chamber until, she slapped the heavy book closed only few inches from Aemma's slightly shocked face. The princess at least had the decency to look embarrassed that she was caught daydreaming, once again.
"You're awfully distracted today, princess," Septa Marlow said sternly, crossing her bony arms over her chest.
"Sorry, Septa," Mumbled out Aemma apologizing.
Shooting one more look of longing at the little bird, before it took flight once more, enjoying the freedom Aemma longed to have herself. Septa Marlow rolled her pale grey eyes, sighing, and then shook her head at young Princess.
"Well, it's after midday. You may go, princess," Decided Septa Marlow.
Aemma instantly brightened at the prospect of spending time outdoors before supper.
"Thank you, Septa," Called out Aemma.
And only a second later, she was out the door, sprinting through the empty corridors and out into the gardens.
