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Eleven moons later
The Velaryon princess stared out of the large window in her chambers as she watched a small bird that flew around it. Singing happily as he was happy for another sunny day. Time was running quick in the King's Landing, but nothing could dull heartache at the loss of her father, Are Laenor.
"Princess, it's time for you to join your family in the Queen's quarters," One of the maids spoke up.
Her name was Cora. Tall, ginger haired girl, with stern expression on her face, always dressed up in the dark green gown. All of Aemma's old maids were gone when she came back from Driftmark. And Aemma was happy with them, they all were Rhaenyra's spies, so it was better this way.
"Thank you, Cora," Nodded Aemma simply, giving her maid a small smile.
It was not a long walk from Aemma's chambers to the Queen's quarters, so comfortable silence between Aemma and her sworn protector, Ser Criston was more than welcomed. Why begin conversation when there is no time to have conversation at all.
Ser Criston opened the door for the Velaryon princess, letting young Princess into the chamber where whole family was already breakfasting.
"Aemma, I'm so glad you are here," Spoke up Helaena, alerting everyone with Aemma's presence. And she was honest. Truly happy to see her niece.
"We are all glad you are joining us today, Aemma. But please, Helaena, no speaking with your mouth full," Smiled Alicent and scolded her only daughter as she handed Helaena a handkerchief so the Targaryen princes could wipe her chin, stained with melon jam.
Aemma just smiled at her grandmother and took her place in between her betrothed and Aemond.
"Good morning, uncle, husband to be," Greeted Aemma both Targaryen princes, before she turned to her betrothed, "Although, it doesn't look like a good one for all of us."
She could smell the stench of strong alcohol coming from Aegon's direction. It was not uncommon and deep down Aemma could understand what was Aegon doing. He was drowning his unhappiness and hurt in the strong wine and disgustingly smelling beer.
"Do not speak so loud," Mumbled out Aegon with small, pained groan as he covered his ears with his hands and laid his forehead against the cold wood of the table.
"He tried to drink is weight in wine, last night," Suddenly spoke up, Aemond. Surprising Aemma that he still knew whow to speak. It was actually the first time she came back from the Driftmark when she heard him to speak. It looked like with his eye, he lost his tongue.
