Bleed for the throne| 𝘏𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘴

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In celebration of Aegon's official bonding with Sunfyre, Viserys deemed it necessary to throw a feast in honor of this remarkable achievement.

Rhaenyra helped Aemma with her hair since refused to anyone else to touch her hair afraid they would be too rough and rip out hair. She did a half up double wrapped braids allowing her wavy brown hair flow down her back.

"All done." Rhaenyra smiled, she stepped back, admiring her handiwork. "You look beautiful, my sweet."

Aemma beamed, her purple eyes reflecting joy. "Thank you, Mother." She twirled around in the chair.

Rhaenyra chuckled. "Now, let's go get your brothers. The feast is about to begin." Rhaenyra said, gently grabbing Aemma's hand. Aemma jumped out of the chair following her mother out of her room.

Hand in hand, they made their way to Rhaenyra's chambers, where the boys were gathered with Ser Harwin and her father, Laenor. The sound of laughter and chatter echoed from the room.

As the door swung open, all the boys turned their heads toward the entrance. "Mother," both Lucerys and Jacaerys exclaimed, rising from the ground and hurrying over. Simultaneously, Aemma dashed towards Ser Laenor.

He playfully sighed, reaching down to scoop her up. "Oh, have you gotten bigger since the last I've seen you?" he teased, looking at Aemma.

Aemma laughed and shook her head. "No," she replied.

"You've definitely grown a few," he remarked, adjusting her in his arms.

Rhaenyra smiled at the heartwarming scene. "I think it's time to make our way to the feast."

As they neared the feasting hall, Aemma in Ser Laenor's arms, Jacaerys beside them, and Rhaenyra leading Lucerys by the hand. Ser Harwin followed closely behind.

Ser Laenor sets Aemma down on her feet just before they enter the room. The feasting hall buzzed with chatter and the clinking of goblets. As they stepped in, Aemma clung to Ser Laenor's hand.

"Rhaenyra of House Targaryen, the First of Her Name, Heir to the Iron Throne, and Princess of Dragonstone," a guard announced, and then said, "Ser Laenor Velaryon of House Velaryon, Prince Consort."

The crowd in the feasting hall quieted as the royal family entered. Rhaenyra gracefully moved through the room with Ser Laenor by her side, Aemma in tow. Jacaerys and Lucerys followed, their eyes wide with excitement.

As they took their seats at the high table, the feast officially began. Aemma sat between Lucerys and Jacaerys at the end of the table, with Laenor on one side of Lucerys and Rhaenyra on the other side of Laenor.

Viserys raised his goblet and proposed a toast. "To Prince Aegon and Sunfyre, may their bond be as strong as the Valyrian steel!"

The hall echoed with cheers and clinking goblets as everyone joined in the toast.

The feast continued with a variety of dishes being served, laughter filling the hall. Aemma, caught up in the festivities, chatted animatedly with her brothers and occasionally joined in the songs that resonated through the hall.

The night progressed, and Aemma's eyes sparkled with excitement as she watched everyone dancing. Jacaerys tugged on Ser Laenor's sleeve.

"Father, can we dance?" he asked, his enthusiasm evident.

Ser Laenor chuckled, "Of course." He gave them a nod.

The three of them smiled at each other and got up from their seats. Rhaenyra looked worriedly, not understanding what her children were doing until she saw them join the dance floor with everyone else.