THE FIRST DAY OF THE YEAR. THE FEAST OF THE GREENS AND THE BLACKS.
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"THOSE CHILDREN ARE BASTARDS. ANIMALISTIC, SELFISH, DISGUSTING CREATURES."
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she could feel him watching her, goosebumps raised across her skin as she reached for her goblet carefully. her entire body felt cold, tingling with nerves as she took a small sip and avoided his gaze.
the table was dimly lit, a few small candles spread out across the large space. the air was thick, aemma felt as if she tried to breathe any deeper she'd grow faint. her fingertips trembled slightly as they rested against her lap, her eyes intently looking to meet her mother's.
her mother was engaged in banter and whispers, across the table sat her father, daemon. her partial father, she considered him to be. it was no use, and aemma wished she'd stayed on dragonstone.
the morning flight with jacaerys was peaceful, as it always was. moonstone had flown her to the red keep before her mother had arrived, aemma was sure to land her outside of the red keep of course. she didn't like to put her in dragonpits, moonstone preferred to roam.
