Their souls might have split upon their births, but they never stopped burning as one.
Aemma and Aemond were meant to live together, die together, to burn as one.
But when war breaks out, they have to make a choice.
Is their hatred for each othe...
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Sitting on an armchair near the king's fireplace, Aemma quietly listened to the king, telling her stories about his youth with Daemon in the capital.
It was still early in the day, the castle was long awaken but she had decided to come and visit her grandsire before the maesters could cloud his mind with milk of the poppy. And she was grateful he wasn't in too much pain today.
"Your stepfather couldn't open his eyes for hours afterwards." He chuckled and Aemma smiled.
"What happened to the boy who threw his ale on him ?" She asked and Viserys shrugged.
"Poor boy feared be executed when he realized who we were. But I convinced Daemon to get a maester and let the boy go." He explained and Aemma nodded with an absent smile.
She wondered how it must have been, to grow up as a prince in kingslanding. Not a princess, locked in a castle condemn to learn how to embroider, to sit, speak and walk properly. Her brothers were still too young for brothels and getting drunk, and would probably never experience these things. Made far too righteous by their mother. Were she born a man, she would have probably mounted Bloodfyre to the free cities without a word. Much like Daemon used to do before marrying Laena. She would have probably been betrothed to Helaena, or Baela. A prospect she didn't mind.
She wondered if this is what her uncles lived. She had no issue imagining Aegon fucking his way through kingslanding, but she was somehow incapable to imagine Aemond do the same. He was too righteous, boring even. And his love for the Seven would keep him from doing such things. Perhaps Daeron was the perfect mix between the two. Doing as he pleased but still moderately. She couldn't know, she hadn't seen him in years. But she had long figured that the prince would come for his siblings wedding.
"May I ask you something, grandsire ?" She spoke up and the king nodded. "Why did you name my mother heir ?"
The question slipped from her mouth and left a cold silence behind. She instantly regretting asking such thing. She should not put into question the king's wisdom, but she couldn't help but ask.
Viserys' eyes left his granddaughter as he difficultly breathed. "She's my eldest child. It was her rightful place since the day she was borne. My only regret is that I spent too much time wanting for a son and that it killed my love." He replied, regret tears filling his eyes.
Aemma looked down at her namesake's ring. She understood why her mother had been named heir, she was more suited. But she couldn't ignore the fact that her ascend would eventually become a problem for many lords of the realm. For the same reason they had refused her grandmother as their queen back in 101.
