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Aemma Targaryen Part 5

A Proposal

Hiii, I am backkkk. How are you guys? I'm sorry for the late update. Also, happy lunar new year (Ik it's kinda late...) but I wish you all the best and hope you'll enjoy this chapter of the Aemma series.

The rest of the series: Losing an eye, Aemma's dragon, A ruby eye, A Pawn

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The news travelled fast around Red Keep.

Aemma knew the fact like the back of her hand since she was little. Growing up, she would like to say that she was fairly quiet and therefore, nobody had keened on spreading words about her. Usually, it was Aemond or Aegon the centre of attention, sometimes even Heleana. 

These days, all people seemed to talk about was Rhaenerya. She hadn’t visited Red Keep for a while now and words started to spread that she was exiled for her action. Aemma couldn’t care less. she only wished to meet her eldest sister. She had long forgotten the mental bruise caused by her sister and solely wished to see the Realm’s delight again. 

The cursed princess slumped down in the hot water as she let the hotness calm her running wild mind. 

She was overthinking again, the princess noted calmly. 

Aemma’s hands waved around, letting the water pass through the grit of her fingers. Like when she was young, the princess wondered what water may look like if it had a solid figure. It didn’t feel solid. 

“Lucette.” She called out, needing help to get out of the bath. 

It didn’t take long before the sound of the door creaking was heard. Aemma was ready to stand up when her maid let out a bloody murder scream and her breath felt panicky. Confusing, Aemma turned toward the direction of the sound, head slightly tilted. “What’s happening?” 

What the poor princess didn’t know was that her bath was now a bright crimson colour. The same colour stuck to her long hair, from her lower body up to her neck. The sunlight hit her ruby eye and created an alarming sight. The image of a red dyeing girl with a glistening ruby eye who was named cursed princess wasn’t for a faint heart. 

It took Luciette a long time to come back to her sense, the maid placed her hand on her lips in an attempt to stop any further screams. Once she calmed down, the maid proceed to help the confused princess. 

“Lucette? What’s wrong?” Asked the cursed princess frantically and repeatedly. 

The poor maid helped Aemma out of the bathtub and dried her body quickly. The expensive towel was tainted with crimson. “Princess, I think… you have finally bloomed” suggested Lucette in anticipation. She eyed the door warily as her tone was hushed. Lucette was a clever girl and knew what this would mean for her master as well as the royal family. She didn’t know if Aemma would be happy upon the news though.

“Oh” was all Aemma managed to say. 

The cursed princess clenched her fist as the day finally came. The day that the whole court and the queen waited… 

Biting her lower lips, she commanded “Call the Queen '' while contemplating her life.

What would happen to her now? 

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Alicent was quick to act. She ordered the maids to take good care of the second princess while proceeding to meet her father as soon as possible. She knew Aemma would be a great pawn if they made their move right. The thought of Rhaenerya’s reaction when hearing the news was enough to make the queen walk faster. She needed to be quick.

Alicent walked on the corridor with a purpose in her mind. And that was to set Aemma’s marriage before Rhaenerya could do anything. 

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Aemma lay on her bed, face twisting in an uncomfortable grimace. Her stomach had been in agony painful and no matter what position she lied, it couldn’t dilute. Pressing on her arms, she pushed her body up and half lay half sat. Outside, she could hear the faint gossiping from the maids.

In the mid of it all, Aemma wished her siblings were beside her. She missed Rhaenerya and being in the Realm’s delight’s arms. It must have been years since she last hugged her sister. The fact hurt to even acknowledge. 

The relationship between Aemma and all her siblings seemed to shift ever since the event of her losing an eye. She rarely spoke with her eldest sister and spent more time in Heleana’s presence which meant being under  Alicent’s eyes at all times. Aemond had become a quiet young man who took a respectful distance whenever they were in the presence of each other. Admittedly, Aemma missed holding him like when he was ten. 

The only relationship that she managed to keep the same was with Aegon. The eldest prince was always close to her and seemed to bond closer if possible. They spent nights together where Aegon told her about his emotions or tales about the Realm. All in all, she was glad she managed to be close with him. 

“How are you, sister?” Speaking of the devil… Aegon pushed through the door and walked into the place as if he owned it. And he did, in a way. The prince had successfully put his servant inside the princess’s quarter. Just for her safety, he would tell himself.

“I heard about what happened.” He earned himself a huff from his sister who, much to his displeasure, looked so uncomfortable. Her silvery hair was stuck on her forehead as she struggled in pain. “Mother already searched for a suitable suitor for you, love.” 

Aemma remained silent. For all its worth, she should have had a suitor years before she supposedly bloomed. Or at least, there should be people asking her hands for marriage before. But she was aware of the impossibility of it and unsure of how Alicent would manage to find a house accepting to marry a girl like her. A girl who couldn’t see, couldn’t do anything on her own, whose appearance was peculiar with one fake eye. She would never be able to bear children and if she was blessed with one, how could she take care of them? She wasn’t her sister, Rhaenerya whom everyone wished to wed. She was the cursed princess. How would anyone possibly want to marry her? 

“You don’t look, please. Is something troubling you, sister? Are the maids not treating you right again?” Aegon asked, his eyes going darker. His fits clenched tightly as he recalled the incident. One of the reasons Aegon put his servants in Aemma’s quarter was because of how ill her previous maids used to treat the princess. They would take advantage of Aemma’s disability, sometimes taking her jewellery or food. The cursed princess didn’t even suspect a thing. Had he not sneaked up to her chamber one day, he would have never learned about it. The audacity to steal from a Targaryen… 

That day, the Red Keep got to watch the wrath of a dragon unfold. 

“They are lovely.” Aemma was quick to defend, so much so that it was almost unbelievable. “... I just thought about what you’ve mentioned.” 

“Mind to elaborate me, love?” 

“Your mother is overly eager to marry me off.” She explained. 

“She would have the same reaction if it was Heleana.” Aegon simply shrugged. “You know how she is, trying to be the righteous queen she is.” 

“But I don’t want her to be.” Admitted the cursed princess, the words almost tasted sinful as she spoke them out loud. She felt guilty to even say it to Aegon’s face. Alicent was his mother after all. 

She wasn’t Aemma’s though, “She’ll try to marry me off to somewhere far away or to some house that will no doubt benefice her.” And the two siblings knew that Aemma was right. 

“I want…, no, I need to see the father.” She told Aegon, “He will let me choose my own path.” 

Knowing his father, Aegon trusted that the King most likely would. Unlike him and his siblings, his half-sisters were the favourites. They could do no wrong in the King’s eyes and the proof was evident with Rhaenerya who did everything the way she pleased. But the King was especially protective of Aemma for she could not fence herself. With his illness, however, Aegon doubted that the man could think straight under Alicent’s influence. 

Grabbing her trembling hands, Aegon swallowed hard as he almost kneeled. He looked at his sister tenderly, his hand caressing her cheek gently as if she was fine china. He had thought about this scenario for years, ever since they were children. Each time, it would play out with her agreement and they would live happily. But as he took her hand in his, Aegon wasn’t very certain. 

Truth be told, Aegon wasn’t certain about lots of things in his life. For all his life, everything was just dumped on his shoulders, whether he wanted it or not. When he failed to achieve those things, Alicent would be furious and disappointed. Not to mention his father who only had his eyes on his half-sisters. The only consistency and certain thing in his life thus far were Aemma. No matter how bad he behaved, or how deranged he acted, at the end of the day, she would be there for him. Perhaps she shouldn’t as Aegon wasn't worthy enough of her. Yet, he wanted her. That was the only thing Aegon was sure of, his need and want for her. 

“I have a… suggestion for you, sister, that might help you solve this situation.” He tried to remain calm, despite the way his heart nearly jumped out of his chest. “Marry me, Aemma.” 

A scary silence fell upon them as Aegon held his breath, waiting for her answer. Meanwhile, Aemma had a hard time processing Aegon’s suggestion. She frantically shook her head, disbelieving. “You are jesting again.” She flipped him off. The cursed princess smiled weakly. 

“I am being serious for the first time in my life, Aemma.” 

Aemma wasn’t convinced in the slightest. Her heart raced at the sudden proposal. The cursed princess placed her hand on her chest, trying to calm her heart down. This didn’t seem real, she thought. She knew, of course, of Aegon’s love. He made it so blatantly clear and she wasn’t stupid. Not to mention all the words Aemond would tell her whenever they were alone, all the warnings and ill words. She was aware that Aemond and Aegon were in love with her, or at least they thought they were. 

Aemma wasn’t sure that her brothers understood what love meant! Besides, she didn’t think that she was suitable for marriage. She liked the freedom and life she had at the moment and there was no desire to change it.

“B-but I-...” Aemma was speechless.

Frankly, Aegon was her way out. Yet, she didn’t want to get married… If she did not accept his proposal, however, Alicent would wed her to some lords far away or worse, threaten her sister’s right to the throne. But marrying Aegon was the second worse thing… She wasn’t blind to the Green’s power hunger or that they supported Aegon to become the King. So by marrying the eldest prince, she unintentionally betrayed her sister…. Either way, she would be doomed.

Thus, the question now was which path should she choose. And which path lead her to her ultimate freedom?

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Aemma Targaryen part 4

A Pawn

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Summary: Aemma realised a shocking truth... 

The Aemma's series: Losing an eye, Aemma's dragon, A ruby eye, A Proposal

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Aemma sat far from the pit as she waited patiently for her brother, Aemond who was in a duelling section with Ser Criston Cole. The one-eyed prince had promised to assist her to fly on Vermirthor. It had been years since she claimed Vermithor and nobody allowed the cursed princess to contact the dragon without assistance. 

Aemma’s hands played with the braids of her silvery hair while listening to every grunt and sound of the men and swords clatching together. And a sense of nostalgia flew to her like a wave of the ocean, softly but overwhelming. The pit used to be her favourite place, once upon a time, when her family was still civil and the children were acting their age. She remembered the sound of Lucy's and Jacerys laughing as they fought Aegon who was an all too easy target while her uncle Daemon would be next to her, commenting on how Aegon needed to improve his swordsmanship as the Rogue prince didn’t afraid to show her his disapproval. 

It felt like an age ago when it was in fact a couple of months. Too much had happened and Aemma’s heart raced as she recalled every bit of the events. She and Aemond lost an eye, and then her brother-in-law -  Ser Laenor Velaryon died. The cursed princess had a complete breakdown upon hearing the distressing news for Laenor was a kind cousin and brother-in-law to her. She had sent letter after letter to share her condolence with her sister and wished to be Rhaenerya’s shoulder if the eldest princess ever needed it. Some Rhaenerya would reply, and some remained unanswered. 

“I am finished, sister.” Aemma raised her head upon hearing Aemond’s voice, another drastic change for the last couple of months was Aemond who had grown unbelievably mature and stoic. He might not be much of a talker before but it was because of his shy tendency, that now was a whole different story. She felt as if he had become more observant and sneakier. The cursed princess didn’t know whether she should be happy for him or not. 

Aemond helped his sister stand up as he placed the cane in her hand gently. The prince carefully guided Aemma through the hall while maintaining an appropriate distance between them, unlike Aegon who was glued to Aemma’s body most of the time. “It’s been a while since I ride Vermithor.” The prince said for the sake of starting a conversation. 

While he might become quieter, he disliked not talking to his sister. Aemond enjoyed hearing her angelic voice and learning about his sister. 

“I’m sure he misses you, you’re his favourite after all.” The princess giggled as she recalled the way Aegon would moan about Vermithor’s biased tendency as the eldest prince believed the dragon hated him. “Sadly, now he wouldn’t be able to fly with you as often for you have a mightier companion.” She said with a playful pout and Aemond found her tease refreshing. People were tipped around the topic of Vghar nowadays and only Aemma seemed to treat it as if it was a normal occurrence. 

“You are his favourite, Aemma. The dragon merely tolerated me.” The prince said nonchalantly and it was true, Vermithor’s fondness for the cursed princess was unquestionable. Besides, how could anyone not love her? It was impossible, the prince thought to himself. 

Giggling, Aemma shook her head as she swayed her holding cane hand playfully. “At least, he likes you better than Aegon. Your brother wouldn’t stop pestering me about how ill Vermithor treated him” 

“He’s an idiot.” Aemond huffed slightly. 

Aemma’s face morphed into a disapproving scold, “He’s your brother, Aemond.” Said Aemma sternly, her under-meaning didn’t go unnoticed by the one-eye prince. She was aware that Aemond had started to protest against their brother and so far, he was winning. Yet, she dictated the strained relationship between these two or just in her family in general. 

“Nyke ȳdra daor raqagon zirȳla” I don’t like him, the prince said stoically, switching effortlessly to High Valyrian tongue. 

“Ao ȳdra daor emagon naejot raqagon zirȳla, yn ziry's aōha ānogar se Aegon didn't emagon nykeā easy glaeson raqagon ao pendagon, Aemond. Ry hen īlva, īlon're ry suffering, sepār hen different ōdres se cause.” You don't have to like him, but he's your blood and Aegon didn't have an easy life like you think, Aemond. All of us, we're all suffering, just from different pain and cause, replied the cursed princess. Usually, she would never put the harsh truth on her brother’s shoulder for he was still too young. But the past few months had proven that the one-eye prince was stronger than Aemma thought.  

“Iksos bona skorkydoso ao feel bē Rhaenerya?” Is that how you feel about Rhaenerya, the boy asked and caught Aemma by surprise at the mention of her sister. 

Shaking her head, Aemma raised her hands to hold his cheeks as she stared ahead, giving the impression that she was looking straight into his eyes. The red ruby eye glistened as the sun hit it, creating an oddly alluring sight as it somehow fit well with her violet eye. “That’s a whole different matter, more complicated.” She gave him a brief answer, vague enough for him to understand but not enough for an inside look. “Rhaenerya isn’t like Aegon by any means.” She mumbled. 

Aemond tilted his head lightly, enjoying the soft touch of his sister. A hint of empathy glinted in his eye. She was the only person in Red Keep who hadn’t heard about Rhaenerya and Daemon’s wedding and he felt sorry for her. Who knew Aemma would know of her admiration for her older sister as the cursed princess always talked so highly of the Realm’s delight. And while the geographic distance between the two sisters caused a small drift in their relationship, they still loved each other dearly. Thus, Aemond found it ironic how the eldest princess didn’t even bother to tell her beloved sister about her new marriage. 

It was understandable why the Realm’s delight secretly married her uncle, but to hide it from the least judgemental person in their family who always held her in the best regard? Aemond could never understand. 

But Rhaenerya wasn’t the only reason why Aemma hadn’t heard about the affair. The eldest prince played the quintessential part in this. After the event of Losing an eye, Aegon censored everything around Aemma, what she could hear and who she could meet. What the prince deemed as unfit would never appear in front of Aemma. The news of Rhaenerya’s marriage apparently was one of those units. 

“How so?” The one-eye prince hummed. 

“She has a very calming presence, always knew when I was upset and she paid attention to the smallest thing. The knowledge she has is admirable as well, the things she taught me were brilliantly valuable and I couldn’t stress enough just how great of a company she is.” The cursed princess smiled as she recalled the fond memory she held with her eldest sibling. “You should ask your mother, I think she would know a thing or two about Rhaenyra.” She said in an absentminded manner, it was anything but. 

“I don’t think you would think so highly of her if you know what she did,” Aemond said, his word meticulously calculating as he eyed his sister who held a frown expression. He could see her curiosity had peaked. His sister was a curious creature who would stop at nothing to get her answer… 

“I beg you pardon?” 

“I think you should ask our brother… he would have a better explanation…” A smirk made its way to Aemond as he said sarcastically. If his brother had decided he had the right to control their sister, he should be prepared to explain it to her. 

Raising an eyebrow, Aemma was confused at what part did Aegon play and what her sister had done exactly? A part of her seemed to lean on the possibility of Aegon drunkenly doing some foolish antic like he sometimes did, but her gut told her that it was something entirely different. 

As her curiosity began to rise, the princess made a sharp turn as she decided not to visit the pit. Riding Vermithor could wait but the cursed princess would be damned if something happened to her two most beloved siblings. 

Aemond could see the gear turning in Aemma and he couldn’t help but find sick satisfaction in knowing that he had pushed Aegon’s position in their sister’s heart on a hang. Now, all he needed was to wait. And Aemond had all the patience in the world for that. 

For Aemma, he would wait a thousand years. Because she was worth it. 

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Meanwhile, Aemma stormed toward Aegon’s wings with an unbelievable speed. Her mind had different case scenarios, none of which had the happy ending she wished for. As she stood in front of Aegon’s chamber, the cursed princess took a deep breath. She could feel the stare of the maids on her and didn’t understand why,  assuming that they probably thought she was eccentric for her appearance and disability. 

If only she knew they were admiring her for daring to be in Aegon’s presence alone… 

Pushing the double door with all of her strength, the princess stepped into the eerily silent chamber. It didn’t take long for her to figure out that her brother was still deep in his slumber. It must be one of those mornings, she thought to herself. And by those mornings, she meant when Aegon got too drunk the night before, he couldn’t bear the strength to wake up the next day and instead slumbered in his chamber all day. Until his mother went to fetch him, that is. So far, Alicent was nowhere in sight. 

“Aegon.” Said Aemma softly as she carefully narrowed around his chamber. She hadn’t been to his chamber for a long time, after she knew about him sneaking whore in his room. She couldn’t bear to be in a room where Aegon had done something like that. It simply didn’t sit right with her for some odd reasons. 

Finally, reaching her destination, Aemma sat at the foot of Aegon’s bed. The cursed princess carefully placed her cane beside her as she crawled onto his bed, something she hadn’t done since she turned ten. Skillfully, she pulled the cover away from the prince before lying down next to him and throwing the blanket on her. 

Aemma smiled as she remembered Rhaenerya used to call her a cover hogger due to her tendency of taking all the cover whenever she slept. 

The princess could feel Aegon’s body next to her and she simply waited. It didn’t take long for Aegon to stir as the cold air finally hit his naked body. Groaning, the prince patted around to find his cover. Much to his dismay, he couldn’t find it. 

Reluctantly, the prince finally opened his eyes. And he was glad he did, for he was greeted with the sight of his beautiful sister, laying on his bed, his cover on her as she softly hummed a lullaby. A sight he longed for and the thing that kept him going in this dysfunctional family. 

“Good morning, sleepy head.” The princess said teasingly as she felt Aegon stirring. 

“What a pleasure to have your presence in my chamber, sister.” The Prince lazily said, his voice ruffed from just waking up as he teasingly grinned. “I think you’re the only lady who’s brave enough to visit my chamber alone, not to mention laying on my bed uninvited.”

“Should I leave then?”

“No!” Ageon hastily replied, his hand going to grip hers. “I am quite content if you must know.”

The princess hummed, and a teasing smile bloomed on her beautiful face. “But in all seriousness, what have I done for you to grant your precious presence in my chamber?” He wasn’t dense, Aegon was aware of the reason why his sister purposely avoided his chamber. It was painful evidence of how unworthy of her he was. The prince swallowed bitterly. 

“Aemond and I had a conversation previously.” The cursed princess informed her brother, and her fingers traced the embroidery of the cover carefully. “And a certain topic had caught my attention. Aemond advised me to seek you out.” 

The eldest prince stiffed all of sudden and sat straight up. His bare chest was covered in nothing but the sunlight and had Aemma been less focused on the topic, she would be mortified by the way Aegon’s bare skin rubbed against hers. It was inappropriate and the two knew it. Yet, one was too caught up in their mind while the other enjoyed the feeling too much to care and also because Aegon was a pervert at his core. 

“Don’t you think it’s unwise to take advice from a boy like Aemond?” Questioned Aegon, his tone was unkind and the words were emphasised harshly. 

“I think that you’ve been underestimating Aemond, brother.” The cursed princess stated calmly. “He only told me to ask you about our sister.” 

“What matter of Healena could I possibly know?” The prince huffed and decided to play a fool. “You know I don’t like her. She’s such a freak.” The last was said venomously and it fueled an uncomfortable feeling in Aemma. 

Sighing, Aemma rolled on her side and opened her arms as a gesture of invitation. As if on cue, Aegon scooted into her arms, his head resting on her arm while her other arm caressed his hair gently. Her touch seemed to ease his ponding mind as he let out a sigh of relief, causing the cursed princess to giggle. This was a habit of theirs any time Aegon drank too much and woke up with a headache. The prince had claimed that her massage helped ease his pain away better than any potion out there and while Aemma didn’t buy his claim, she still complied nonetheless for she did not wish to let him suffer. 

“You know which sister I am talking about, Aegon.” The cursed princess purposely lowered her voice, knowing how loud the noise could impact her brother after a night of drinking. She would never understand why Aegon chose to put himself under all this torture for a short-lived pleasure. It didn’t seem like a fair sacrifice in her opinion. 

Aegon whined when Aemma massaged the right spot on his head. The prince allowed his body to relax in her arms, yet his mind was an entirely different story. Aegon’s mind had geared quickly as he bit his lower lips. “Same but different, I could care less about Rhaenerya and you know it. I never did, not when she stayed at the Red Keep and especially now that she was miles away. Did something happen?” He asked with a fake innocence in his tone, but the stern expression suggested otherwise. 

The prince was livid with his brother and certain that the one-eye prince was behind this. Yet, as he watched his sister's lips forming into a pout, Aegon knew he had lost this fight. The truth was he had controlled people around Aemma for months now. But he only wished to protect her and that was his only intention. He couldn’t possibly let anyone taint his angelic sister and she deserved to be protected. Thus, he censored what she could and couldn’t know. The news about Rhaenerya would devastate Aemma’s little heart and Aegon could predict the outcome perfectly. The eldest prince was certain that his little brother could too and yet, he set up a trap for Aegon to fall in. 

“You know something, don’t you?” Aegon heard his sister whispering and his eyes went wild. His arm tightened around Aemma’s waist as he buried his head deeper into the crook of Aemma’s neck. “Are you the one behind this?” Aegon shook his head and Aemma let out a sigh of relief. That was all she needed to know. 

Smiling knowingly, Aemma stroked her brother’s curls. The cursed princess asked softly. “This thing will hurt me if I know, won’t it?” 

As she predicted, Aegon nodded while letting out a whine. Her brothers… They tried to act so differently yet at their core, they were the same, at least to her. Two softies who had overprotective tendencies. The cursed princess felt Aegon burying his head deeper into her neck. “But I have a feeling that I must learn about this.” Aemma pried. “She’s my sister, Aegon. I would want to know if this was you or Aemond or Heleana. So please, tell me, brother.” 

Aegon closed his eyes and knew that he was defeated. She was using her soft tone, one that he could never refuse. Aemma knew so too. “I don’t wish for you to know.” Admitted the eldest prince. “But if you want to know so much… Rhaenyra married īlva uncle isse secret paktot tolī se funeral hen zȳhon late valzȳrys.” Rhaenyra married our uncle in secret right after the funeral of her late husband. 

“Oh.” was all Aemma could mutter out loud. 

“You aren’t surprised?” 

“I suppose not, I always know there was something between the two…” And indeed, she did. She wasn’t stupid and could feel the tension between her sister and their uncle whenever they were near like how she learnt about her sister’s affair with Ser Harwin Strong. Yet, she always kept it to herself. 

She was visually impaired, but she wasn’t blind to the world around her. 

Aegon’s face fell as he watched Aemma lose in her thoughts and how conflicted she seemed. Her small face formed into a frown as she curled into a ball. With a sigh, Aegon changed their posture and spooned his sister. The prince decided to change their role as well as he began to stroke her hair reassuringly. Truthfully, he didn’t understand what she was going through, but he would be with her regardless. 

Aemma rubbed her arms as she bit her lips. She was happy for her sister, truly. But it hurt, learning it through her brother instead of Rhaenerya. It also upset the cursed princess how quickly her sister married their uncle. Yes, the two had waited for so long but she found it disrespectful to Laenor. 

Perhaps Rhaenerya didn’t intend to keep it from her? Maybe the Realm’s delight only wished to hide from their father but unintentionally hid it from her in the process.

Perhaps…. 

She wished she was trustworthy enough for Rhaenerya to tell her. Maybe if she could read her letter, Rhaenerya would tell her more. 

The cursed princess listened to the soft breath of her brother and after a few minutes, she pushed him off. It didn’t sit right with her that Aegon had hidden this from her. By the way he spoke, he had learned the news for a while… Yet, he never told her. 

The pain of betrayal continuously suffocated the young princess. She couldn’t wrap her head around the fact that her two closest siblings hiding things from her. Things that she had the right to know. 

“You lied to me…” She whispered. It hurt her more as she confronted him. Something was worse when it was spoken out loud. 

Frantically shaking his head, Aegon sat straight up. The cover pulled around his lap as his eyes manically focused on her ruby eye. It shone under the dim light of his room, an indication of his devotion to Aemma. The eldest prince had never been so scared in his life, not even his grandsire affected him the way she did. The small princess didn’t even raise her tone yet the impact she created was enormous. “My only wish is to protect you, Aemma. I never intended to lie to you.” Aegon pleaded. He ignored the pounding pain in his head as he sat, hands holding hers as a gesture of begging. “You know where my loyalty lies…” 

“I know…” replied Aemma, but the sharp pain in her heart wasn’t easy to ignore. And the two both knew that the cursed princess couldn’t tolerate betrayal.  

“I knew that Rhaenerya’s action will hurt you and look at you now, sister. I only protected you, don’t you see?” Said Aegon in the softest voice he could mutter but the murderous look on his face betrayed the meaning of his words. “Don’t push me away, Aemma… I love you and I only have you. Look at what Rhaenerya did, she hurt you and yet, you are willing to forgive her. But when it came to me, you couldn’t tolerate it even though my intention was for your good.” 

The more Aegon pleaded, the more torn Aemma felt inside. His words were a sharp knife cutting through her skin over and over. She didn’t mean to hurt him… she never wish to hurt anyone as it went against her nature. And her brother was right, he only wished to protect her… Why did she have to make a scene when he had such good intentions? Rhaenerya had their uncle but Aegon… her little brother had nobody but her. Aemma knew he had an unhealthy attachment to her. 

“I am sorry.” She said shakingly, tears rolling down her cheeks. Confusion and bitterness emerged and settled at the bottom of her stomach. She didn’t know what to think. But her instinct was to comfort him. “I was being sensitive.” 

Kissing her tears away, Aegon hushed as he shook his head. “It’s alright.” 

Aemma nodded as she hid her face in his pillow, preferring to be in solidarity. But much to her dismay, someone pushed the door open. 

“Aemond.” She heard Aegon hissing beside her as if the name was venomous. 

“Sister.” Aemond ignored his brother and his murderous glares as the second prince kneeled beside Aemma’s side of the bed. A bouquet was held in his hand. “Heleana and I made you a bouquet. We wish to make you feel better.” 

Aemma pulled away from her pillow, a smile appeared effortlessly on her beautiful face as she offered her hands so Aemond could place the bouquet on it. It was a sweet gesture but Aemma couldn’t stomach it, not when she now understood why her brother insisting on her seek for Aegon. He could have told her but it would not have the same effect as Aegon confessing his action… Aemond did it on purpose…

A thought sent shivers down her spine… 

She was just a pawn in these two’s competition…

The cursed princess wondered if she truly knew her family as she originally thought… 

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I’m currently working on the next part but because I’m about enter my final exams month, I just couldn’t find times to finish the next part. But I’ll try my best to publish it ASAP. Thank you so much for your support 😘🥰

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Ok, imagine Aemond and Lucerys's scene but instead of him taking the eye for his mother, he wished to revenge for Aemma...

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Aemma Targaryen 3

A ruby eye

Hiiii, first of all, thank you for all the support you had shown to the last two parts. it gave me a lot of motivation to continue writing ;)). Secondly, this part happened shortly after Losing an eye and it will feature more of Aemond. I am not very happy with it, ngl as I've had a lot of things going on right now so I might not be in my best condition to write. But I simply feel the need to write this down. Anyway, I hope you will enjoy this XD and have a nice day

Summary: A surprise gift from the eldest prince, Aegon II.

The Aemma's series: Losing an eye, Aemma's dragon, A Pawn, A Proposal

P/s: I am not a native English speaker so pls forgive me if there are any linguistic mistakes. Secondly, I am an inexperienced writer so I'll very much appreciate it if you could leave your feedback in the comment section ( your thoughts, opinions,...) You can also send your feedback via the ask me section if you wish to remain anonymous. Thank you, XD But you also don't have to... if you don't want, I mean. Another p/s: I'm sorry in advance that I am now unable to reply to your comments as my account has some kind of a glitch :( I'll reply to all of your comments as soon as I could, I've already contacted Tumblr so finger-crossed.

The event of Aemma losing her eye stirred a sensation in the court. Everyone seemed to make it their business, whispering to each other the unsavoury thing about the cursed princess. But when Aemond decided to take his eye out, everyone was scandalised. 

Strangely enough, all fingers were pointed toward the princess rather than the prince. Aemma couldn’t forget the mumblings she would hear whenever she passed by someone. The maids were seemingly afraid to be in her presence. 

The cursed princess was now a monster in the court’s eyes. 

Aemma could hardly recall a peaceful day in her life after her loss. She was constantly on guard, always wary to be in someone’s presence. And she felt as if she could only rely on her family. While she had that feeling before, the princess never truly felt so lonely in her life. 

But there was also a few good thing came out of that event. The king had appointed a new knight for her, Ser Andarien Musgood. Bless him, as the man was a gentle soul, only assisted when needed and the princess almost didn’t notice him most of the time. Unlike her previous knight, Ser Andarien treated her like she was normal without any impairment and allowed her the freedom she wished. So, you can often find the princess walking on her own, a knight at a respectful distance. In addition, Aemma had made friends with a new maid who got transferred to serve her after the other maids showed their reluctance around the cursed princess. 

Patiently embroidering a handkerchief, Aemma listened to the maid while slowly following her instruction. So far, according to the maid, Aemma had finished one-third of the handkerchief, a big accomplishment for the young princess, especially considering she had never embroidered before and couldn’t see. The princess wasn’t sure if it was decent and could only place her confidence in her maid who assured Aemma that her handkerchief was beautiful. 

“Do you think my brother will like it?” Asked Aemma as she felt the stitch of the embroidery, trying to imagine it in her mind. She had asked her maid to pick out a black handkerchief and then decided to embroider their family’s sigil on it. The sigil was a challenge, even for those who could see. But Aemma had proven that she was as stubborn as her family, determined to finish it all by herself. 

Before the maid could answer, another voice interrupted her. “Like what, sister?” Questioned Aegon as he made his presence noticed, his voice had its usual slur from all the wine he had consumed that day. Yet, his posture was oddly steady as he paced toward his sister who sat near the fireplace. “I haven’t seen you for days, dear sister.” He stated. 

Chuckling, Aemma set her work aside, handing it to her maid who put it away before leaving the room for the two. Only when the cursed princess sensed the privacy that she begin to respond to her brother’s question. “I think, we are both aware of who’s the absence one.” She said softly, perfectly dodging his first question. 

“If you must know, I have a matter to attend to.” The prince announced, but they knew he couldn’t fool Aemma. She might be blind, but she wasn’t stupid. “But in all seriousness, sister, you haven’t been out of your chamber recently.” Concern laced in his voice as the boy sat down on the ground, his head resting on Aemma’s lap as the princess let out a sigh, her hand automatically playing with his silver lock. 

Aemma contemplated telling her brother the truth as she averted her focus on the texture of his long curls. Aegon’s hair was different from Aemond's and her uncle Daemond's and even more compared to her two sisters. His had a curlier end and seemed wilder, untameable like its owner. Aemma loved its texture, however, and could play with Aegon’s hair for hours as it felt funny on her fingertips. Additionally, the second princess had taken notice of how at ease Aegon’s body seemed to be whenever she caressed his hair. The princess took it as a sign that her brother perhaps enjoyed this as much as she. 

“I want to be alone for a while, Aegon. It’s nothing.” 

“Even away from me?” The prince questioned in disbelief. Ever since they were little, Aemma had been unseparated from Aegon as the prince was practically her tail. Honestly, she was grateful for him, but with the recent event and the court’s reaction, Aemma needed time for herself. “You wish not to see me?” 

“Of course not, an impertinent accusation you’re making, Aegon.” Scolded Aemma lightly as her lips pressed into a thin line. “I just need time to digest my new… appearance, that’s all.” 

“Did someone say something?” Aegon looked up from Aemma’s lap, pausing the princess’s movement. 

“People talk, naturally. That’s how life at Red Keep is, they talk, and you ignore them” She muttered. 

“I’ll take their tongue out.” The prince snarled. His eyes went red as the thought of a low life dared to insult his sweet sister. And for what? She was perfect!

The princess huffed, annoyed by his cruel remark. “Then you would have quite a busy day ahead of you, brother.” For a moment, she let her bitterness slip past her usual calmness. “That would include your grandsire as well, I’m afraid.” 

Aegon’s eyes widened before he frowned. His sharp jaws clenched tightly. Otto was a touchy subject for him and the prince could understand his sister’s intolerance for that man. But he wished not to include the man in his conversation with Aemma, the only thing Otto hadn’t had any control over. 

Therefore, the conversation was left unspoken as Aegon silently reached for his sister’s hand. The prince squeezed her hand, sending a silent assurance toward his sister. 

The princess was glad he left the topic where it was as she was growing rather uncomfortable. Pressing her lips into a thin line, she squeezed his hand back, sending the same message back to her brother. 

The two sat in complete silence for what felt like hours, enjoying the rare moment of calmness as there was only the sound of the fireplace and soft wind from the window. However, Aemma’s instinct pulled her away from the peace as she cleared her throat. The princess squeezed her brother’s hand again, catching his attention. Once the cursed princess was certain his focus was now back on her, she said “I’m not a fool, Aegon. I know where you ‘attend your matter’ and that your drinking has got significantly worse.”

Aegon frowned, how on the seven hells did his sister know what a pleasure house was? “I might not understand your desire to visit such a place, it concerned me if I must admit.” She admitted wholeheartedly. Aemma didn’t know what activities occurred in that place, but she had a feeling that it wasn’t any good. Yet, Aegon seemed to frequent the place a lot. 

“I won’t visit that place anymore if that’s what you wish, mandia.” sister. Said Aegon sincerely. Whores, lust and wines could never compare to his sister who provided him with the ultimate pleasure without knowing every day. He would quit everything in an instant if that was what it took to please Aemma. It would be worth it as nothing but Aemma mattered to the prince. 

That doesn’t mean that it wouldn’t be a challenge for Aegon to stop his playboy life.

“Just promise me you’ll be safe.” 

“I will.” Said Aegon and that was probably the only promise the prince kept for the rest of his life. 

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Aemond listened attentively as Aemma told him about her latest trip to the garden with Heleana and all the bugs Heleana had described. The young prince bathed in the peaceful comfort she somehow managed to provide him despite all the events in their life. He stared at her face, trying to shake away the dizziness he would feel from time to time due to his lost eye. The prince had still adjusted to the lack of vision in his right eye. 

His gaze fell under the nasty scar that occurred on Aemma’s right eye, the swell wasn’t as intense as the first few days but it was a frightened look on a lady’s face. The corner of his lips turned downward the longer his eye rested on the scar. He wondered how Aemma managed to appear so lively as he still struggled to accept his appearance and he was the one who commited the act. Meanwhile, Aemma had lost her eye against her will and still had the same positive attitude. Aemond had lost count of the number of mirrors he destroyed every time he caught a glimpse of himself. 

She was truly an angel, the boy admired. 

Aemma stopped her tale upon the silence of her company dawned on her. Smiling, she asked gently. “A penny for your thought, lēkia” brother

Aemond bit his bottom lip lightly as his heart raced quickly. He wasn’t the type to share his feeling even as a child for every time he did, he was made fun of by his brother and nephews. But Aemma would never do that to him, the prince reassured himself, she wasn’t like them. She would never and could never do anything wrong. 

Since the moment Aemma pushed him, the cursed princess had become a goddess in his heart and evidently, his goddess could never hurt him. Thus, he swallowed hard and gathered his courage. “Don’t you feel frustrated?” Asked the prince and surprised the princess. 

Aemma flipped her head to Aemond’s side, and her silver hair swayed under the sunlight. “For what, darling?” 

“You lost an eye unwillingly and now you are surrounded by these horrendous rumours.” 

“Ah, that.” Aemma cleared her throat as she shifted her posture lightly. “Father had solved it already though.” The king had, indeed, taken matters into his hand, threatening those who dare speak ill of his beloved daughter will face the sharp blade of the Dark sister. The rumours had since died down. “And I think a normal person would unlikely want to lose their eye under a normal circumstance.” She laughed softly. 

“But admittedly, yes, I am frustrated. But before you blame yourself, I am not frustrated by my lost eye, I could hardly feel the loss and the struggle of it.” Aemma’s hand reached out habitually and a hand was placed in hers. With a smile, she squeezed it gently. “I am furious that I am too weak to defend myself and at the court. Never you, Aemond for you do not fault this matter.” 

“I claimed Vhagar, thus causing this.” Said the boy. 

“You did, but that’s a bit complicated, isn’t it? I used to be like you before, you know until uncle Daemon flew me to Dragonstone and I met Vermithor.” The princess smiled at the fonded memory she had with the Rogue prince. “I couldn’t blame you as I understand the oppression this family had for those who have yet to claim a dragon. Not all of us were blessed with a dragon since birth.” She squeezed his hand one more. “So no, I am not mad at you.” 

“Are you worried, Aemond?” Aemma tilted her head slightly. 

Aemond nodded, then answered her question. “I look hideous.” The boy went to put his palm over his mouth once the realisation of his words dawned on him. Yet, Aemma only shook it off, taking no offence to his words. She couldn’t see but she was certain if she could, she would have the same feeling. Besides, he was young and feeling insecure was a natural thing at that age, thought the princess as she could recall all the shame and insecurity she faced every day. 

“Well, take this with a pinch of salt. But appearance doesn’t matter. It never will be, brother. Your action will be the thing that determines your success and how others treat you.” Aemma would know that well. At a fairly young age, she had learned to read people through their actions only as appearance wasn't something she could judge. And the cursed princess supposed it was a great lesson as you should never judge a book by its cover. 

Like her family and its glory… who knew it was so rotten underneath?

Hearing the silence from Aemond, Aemma sighed as she continued. “Trust me, I of all people would know this best. And besides, you could always make the ladies swoon with your swordsmanship. I have heard promise thing from Ser Criston.” 

A blush appeared on Aemond’s cheeks as the boy shyly traced a line on Aemma’s fingers. “You think so?” 

“Yes, I believe so, keep on practising. Maybe one day, you will be the next Rogue prince.” Jested the princess as a sweet laugh escaped her pouty lips. But Aemma knew that would be unlikely for her shy Aemond could never be ruthless like her uncle. Little did she know, Aemond took the jest very seriously. 

But the conversation was cut short as Aegon, like the drama prince he was, made his presence known. Upon seeing his brother, Aemond immediately pull his hand away from Aemma, knowing how displeased Aegon could get when someone touched their sister. And he used to be interrupted whenever he stay alone with Aemma, but the one-eye prince barely reacted. 

“You’re causing a scene again, aren’t you?” Aemma giggled softly, knowing who the intruder was the moment she heard the loud noise of pacing and clearing his throat. 

Aegon laughed and Aemond found his brother oddly smiley today. The boy changed his posture, getting his guard on. 

“I’m just happy to see my brother and sister bonding so well.” Said the eldest prince as he emphasised the word bonding while giving his brother a sneer. 

“You should join us then, I was talking about a new bug Heleana had shown me this morning. It was such a tiny creature, Aegon.” The princess didn’t see the exchange between the two brothers as she gushed over the creature Heleana had given to her. Sadly, Aemma couldn’t recall its name and had mentally noted to ask her sister for it later on. She wished Heleana could join her as well now that her two brothers were here. She was sure her sister would be thrilled to have more than the cursed princess’s boring company. 

“I would love to join you, sister. But I have something I wish you to have.” Aegon said as he practically shoved himself in between Aemond and Aemma, causing the one-eye prince to fall from the bench. But the eldest prince didn’t even flinch, finding his brother rather pathetic. Claiming the biggest dragon couldn’t even help you stronger, apparently…. 

Hearing the loud thud stirred Aemma as she flinched, gripping the hand of the person next to her, Aegon who smiled from ear to ear. “Aegon? Where is Aemond?” Confusion dawned on the cursed princess’s face. 

“Oh, he just fell over.” 

Aemma frowned and scooped over to the middle of the bench as she pat the empty spot on her left. “Come, Aemond, sit here.” She had a feeling that Aemond didn’t just fall as the boy wasn’t clumsy by nature. 

“Aemma.” Whined Aegon once he realised his sister’s focus was lying solely on Aemond who was cooed by the said princess as she checked for any injury on his body. 

“I’m sorry, what is it, love?” The princess turned her head to Aegon’s side, using the endearing term she knew he always loved. For some reason, Aegon had always been fonded of endearing terms that were often associated with lovers. Aemma never questioned it, however, as she found no problem in using the term. 

A content smile blossomed on Aegon’s face as he gave his brother a smirk over Aemma’s shoulder. Quickly, he took a round object from the bag he had on him previously and proudly presented it to Aemma. The prince gently placed the object on his sister’s hand and watched with pride as she tried to figure out its identity. 

Aemma was stunned by how cold the object felt and its roundness as well. She thought it was a toy at first due to its shape but the texture didn’t feel right on her hand. As her fingers traced the shape of the object, it was oddly smooth. Curious and impatient, Aemma finally pestered Aegon to tell her what it was and the prince was enjoying the attention he got a bit too much. 

“It’s a ruby.” Said Aegon. “My mother gave it to me when I was younger and… with the recent event, I thought perhaps you would need some replacement for your eye.” Explained the prince. “And ruby seems worthy enough to be that replacement.” As you’re as precious as it is, those were words he left unsaid. 

“Oh, you don’t have to…” Aemma was speechless. In reality, she had never thought about using gemstone to replace her eye for she never really need one. But the idea didn’t seem bad, she contemplated. Aemma disliked eyepatch as she struggled to put it on herself and sevens hells knew she had tried a lot. So perhaps a shiny little stone would help distract people from her scar. She had to applaud Aegon for the genius idea and for the precious gift. Now her handkerchief was paled in compairision… 

“It was no trouble at all.” The eldest prince waved off, your happiness is what matter. “So, would you consider the idea at least? I choose red so you can match our house’ colour.” 

Orginally, Aegon wished to pick an Emerald stone for her. But the idea disturbed him for he didn’t not want his sister to be involved with the Hightower and end up miserable like he was. So the prince decided to avoid the colour he wore daily the most and choose red instead. Beside, it was fitting for her, a Targaryen and the rider of one of the largest dragons - Vermithor. Red suited her best, he always found so. 

Smiling, Aemma pulled Aegon into a bear hug as no words could show the appreciation of her for the efforts he pulled into this. Aegon wasn’t the most affection person and certainly wasn’t someone with a heart of gold. So she was thankful he would do this for her even though the idea of replacing her lost eye with a gemstone was a touch extravagant. 

Aegon buried his nose on the hook of Aemma’s shoulder, enjoying the embrace. Closing his eyes, the prince hoped this moment would never past by. Truthfully, he loved the feeling of getting praised or be appreciated by the cursed princess. It fueled his pride knowing only him capable enough to fulfil her happiness. And he was proud of himself as well, he had solved her problem, didn’t he? Now she need not to care about those stupid sheeps’s opinion and could focus her energy on him instead. 

Sitting beside Aemma, the one-eye prince clenched his fist tightly as he gazed sharply at his brother who was in the arm of Aemma at the moment. All he saw was green and as he swallowed, all he tasted was bitterness. It was always about him, that thunder stealer. Aemond was glad they shared something in common, her and him. But Aegon had to ruin everything. Sure, he would never stand at the same level as Aemma for she was a goddess and he was simply an unworthy follower. Yet, Aemma’s confession showed his hope that perhaps, he could touch her. Now,... as he watched the maester put the ruby in Aemma’s eyesocket, she was so close yet so far… like how he always saw her… untouchable. 

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I am totally freaked out now cuz I just try with my laptop and it’s not working either 🥺😭😭 wtf is going onnnn 😭😭😭

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Some of my replies didn’t get send either 🥺so to any reader whose I haven’t replied yet, I’m sorry :(( I’ll try again 😭

Can anyone explain to me why my replies got deleted 🥺🥺 I’m so upset by this and confused as well cuz I certainly didn’t delete my own replies 😢 I’ll try to reply again but if it got deleted again… 😭😭

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Can anyone explain to me why my replies got deleted 🥺🥺 I’m so upset by this and confused as well cuz I certainly didn’t delete my own replies 😢 I’ll try to reply again but if it got deleted again… 😭😭

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I have a question about my Aemma series, who do you think having the best dynamic with her? And why? It could be platonic or romantic. And who do you think actually have a best interaction with her?

I’m really interested in learning about your opinion regard this series so I would be over the moon if you can help answer my curiosity. Thank you so much 🙏🥰

P/s: my fave pic of my OTP XD

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is aemma gonna end up with aemond?

That's an interesting question. Because if I am being completely honest, I don't really have a clear vision of Aemma's partner. To me, it's a complicated matter. As you might notice from part 2, Aemma doubted herself a lot and even when as far as thinking she was really cursed. So, Idk if she would be willing to open her heart to anyone. Also, she loved Aemond and Aegon in a platonic way at the moment and perhaps it might change in the future, but right now, Idk. Just like which side would she choose. The green or the black? To me, these two questions are like to be or not to be kind of question. I have a vague answer, but Idk for certain.

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Aemma Targaryen 2

Aemma’s dragon

Hiiii, first of all, I want to thank you for all the feedback you’ve giving on the last part of Aemma’s story. I was so insecured and anxious when I posted it but your supports helped me tremendously and leaded me to this post. Secondly, this is another story about Aemma and her journey to claim her dragon. I hope you guys enjoy it and if you can, please let me know what you like or dislike about this story. 

I think this part will help you understand futher why Aemma didn’t hesitate to take the hit that meant for Aemond and it will also explain for a lot of thing for the future part ( if there is any). It took place when she was a child. But don’t worry, I’ll writing the story taking place after Aemond’s event as well. This one just haunted my mind for so long that I need to write it down ASAP XD 

This one is very long btw and I think I might not done it justic but I’ll try to edit it after. 

Summary: Aemma’s insecurity leaded Daemon to help her and the only thing to sovles a problem in Targaryen’s style is...dragon. 

P/s: I am not native English speaker so please forgive me if there is any grammar mistake in it, I’ll try to edit it. I am unexperience writer as well so feedback would be highly appreciated. 

Aemma’s series: Losing an eye, A ruby eye, A Pawn, A Proposal

Anyway, enjoy~~~

 Every since Aemma was born, she had been surrounded by darkness. Yet, she didn’t fear darkness like some did. She embraced it instead and found the silver lining in it. For instance, the princess took pride in her hearing abilities and often told her sister and father she could hear their footstep whenever they were near. And she would often reward with praise. Even her brother, Aegon thought she was a genius. 

Aemma dragged her brother along with her to the garden. She loved hearing Aegon describe the shape of the cloud even though she might not be able to imagine it. She would never know what a horse look like or a bird look like. But she appreciated Aegon’s effort and his excitement. It filled her with warmth and love. 

“That one looks like my dragon.” Aegon pointed out as he excitedly exclaimed. The boy’s dragon had hatched not long after his birth and he had been eager to talk about his baby to everyone. 

But the prince quickly shut his mouth when he realised he had just hit a touching topic. Even at the tender age of 6, the boy had learned what he should say and what not to, due to the court’s influence on the boy. He eyed his sister warily, concerned about how she might react. 

Much to his surprise, Aemma smiled and sighed in contentment. “I wish I could know what a dragon looks like.” She muttered. “They must be very majestic, aren’t they?” 

“They are.” Confirmed Aegon. 

“I wonder if Rhaenrya would let me ride her dragon with her, that would be wonderful.” 

“When mine becomes big, we can ride together.” The prince suggested and successfully made the princess's smile wider. 

Aemma loved Aegon as she did with her family. But during that time of her life, the young princess adored her younger brother, even more than she did her sister and brother. He knew how to make her day, say the right thing and all in all, was a great sibling. For young Aemma, that was enough. 

The mention of the dragon, however, stayed with Aemma throughout the day. No matter how hard she tried, the cursed princess couldn’t forget about that conversation. That was when she started to notice things… or rather, words. 

The hearing she used to pride in, started to betray her. The young princess began to notice what others had talked about behind her back, thinking she was out of earshot. And a seed of doubt was planted in her young mind. 

It started with questioning herself… 

Aemma was a Targaryen and proud to be one. But a Targaryen was known to bond with their dragon. Why didn’t she have one then? Was it because she was cursed? And why she couldn’t see like the rest of her family? Was it because her mother died giving birth to her? 

Aemma couldn’t understand, and the young child didn’t know how to verbalise her concern. But the longer she doubted herself, the quiet she seemed to grow. You would think that with how doting Rhaenerya and the king were toward Aemma, they would pick up the sign immediately. That didn’t happen, however. Even at a young age, Aemma was skilled in hiding her true emotion. 

The princess started to hate her hearing ability and wished under the moon for it to be taken away as god did with her eyesight. The princess prayed every night to her mother and apologised for causing her death. In the young Aemma’s mind, it was all her fault.

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The Red Keeper was celebrated for the third name day of the second prince, Aemond. And there were more noble arriving to cheer and attend the happy event. To everyone, this was a time for celebration. But for Aemma, it was disastrous. 

The young princess loved her brother, naturally. But she was extremely overwhelmed with her surrounding, finding herself bumming into people more than usual and the noise was just too loud for her liking. 

When people gathered, they talked as well. 

“Have you met the young princess?” Asked a noble lady. 

“Ah, the cursed one?” Another lady said in a whisper tone. 

“Yeah, that one. The one without a dragon.” The first one said, her tone slightly mocking. “She kept bumping into people and walls, I’ve seen her tripping more than I could count.” The lady told her friend. 

“What do you expect from a blind princess?” 

“Honestly, if she wasn’t a princess, she would be downright worthless, wouldn’t she? Don’t even have a dragon and couldn’t walk decently to save her own life.” 

“I wouldn’t be surprised if the topic of her marriage would become a burden for the King and the queen.” 

The other snickered. “I doubt she could be married off, not suitable to be wife material, wouldn’t she?” 

“One might marry for her money.” 

And the two laughed cruelly, clerking their goblets to cheer on their conversation. 

Little did they know, the mentioned princess had heard every single word they said. 

Aemma’s face fell, she gripped her dress and whimpered slightly. The young girl kept telling herself not to cry for the Targaryen wouldn’t tolerate weak links. But her existence was a weak link and burden itself, wasn’t it? In her defence, Aemma had tried to walk on her own, and she did. The other day, she had just walked to the Throne room all by herself and her father even praised her. She simply couldn’t control herself sometimes… But they were right, she supposed. 

How was she supposed to marry anyone? She couldn’t even walk straight… And she didn’t have a dragon… 

Was she really a Targaryen? 

Unknowingly, a tear ran down the young princess’s cheek, then another and another. Soon, she went full sobbing while sitting in a corner. She was surrounded by waves of laughter and giggling, a joyful and merry place. 

Suddenly, the princess could hear a few heavy footsteps walking toward her and the train of tears stopped almost instantly. The young princess hugged herself tightly, preparing herself for what was to come. This was a stranger, she was certain as their pace was foreign to her. 

“Aemma?” Asked the stranger warily. “I am Daemon, your uncle…” He said softly while kneeling at the princess’s level. Despite knowing her disability, the Rogue prince still looked into her eyes as if he was talking to a normal person. The only different thing was the prince was softer than usual. 

To say Daemon was shocked to find his niece in the garden this late at night was underestimated. But to see tears on her adorable face? The Rogue prince was concerned, however, he was cautious about approaching her for they had never officially met before. He was exiled after her birth and he doubted the young princess could recognise him. Besides, the prince was worried about how she might react toward strangers. He understood that one could be on very high guard if they couldn’t see. 

“Uncle Daemon?” She whispered.

Aemma had, of course, heard the tale about her Rogue prince. In her mind, he was a mighty warrior who went to war for their family and the best swordsman they would ever have. Nobody had ever informed her of the Rogue prince’s notorious reputation or how ruthless his personality could be and that was probably a good thing too. 

Naturally, she was elated to meet Daemon. The princess had always wanted to meet him. Sadly, however, she couldn’t find it in her to greet her uncle with a gleeful attitude. 

“That’s right.” The Rogue prince hummed softly, his hand going to fix her hair slightly. “What happened, princess? Did anyone do something to you?” 

Despite his soft tone, the fire in Daemon’s eyes was anything but. 

Aemma’s pouty lips trembled and she burst into tears again once Daemon asked. Her uncontrollable and sudden cry surprised the Rogue Prince. He went to caress her hair while not knowing what to do.

“Am I a Targaryen, uncle?” She asked out of the blue and caught Daemon completely off guard. 

Why in the seven hells would she even doubt that? The man thought to himself. One with eyes could see how Targaryen she was, with perfect silver hair and beautiful violet eyes that resembled her sister, but a lighter shade. 

“Konir sagon daor sesīr iā másino, dārilaros” That's not even a question, princess, Daemon said as his fingers twirled with the end of her silver hair. The Rogue prince chuckled upon seeing her confused expression. “Have nobody taught you High Valyrian, zaldrītsos?” Little Dragon. 

Unexpectedly, the princess shook her head. She had heard her sister and father talking in the language before and Rhanerya even told her about the glorious tale of their ancestor and their origin. Yet, Aemma had trouble trying to learn the language, something that she was deeply ashamed of. 

“How’s about I teach you some?” The prince suggested and he seemed shocked by his proposal as well. But it was too late for him to take it back now. 

“Really?” The princess asked hopefully, her eyes seemingly glistening up. 

“Yes, I will teach you and when I finish, you will tell me what troubles you today. What do you think, zaldrītsos?” 

Aemma bit the bottom of her lips, seemingly to be deep in thought. Yet she showed no sign of hesitation, only an act of wanting to negotiate. “We got ourselves a deal, then.” She then smiled. 

“Yes, princess, we got a deal. I intend to keep my end of the deal so I hope you will do the same.” Aemma could hear a hint of amusement in his voice and dared to say he was jesting her. For a moment, she wished she could see the infamous Rogue Prince’s handsome face. Aemma bet his smile would be very pretty. 

“I’ll.” The cursed princess insisted confidently. 

—---

For the next few days, Aemma spent her days learning High Valyrian with her uncle. And it was proven to be a challenge teaching Aemma the language. The princess blushed every time she couldn’t recall the word she learnt last time but Daemon, surprisingly, encouraged her and waited slowly for her to memorise it. 

Even a few times, Aemma had improved tremendously thanks to Daemon, who was so proud of his niece. A part of the Rogue Prince was also impressed by how patient he was. 

“Have you remembered the phrase?” He asked Aemma, the two sat in the garden, a knight observing the pair from afar. The Rogue Prince took a sip of his goblet as he watched the young princess mumbling repeatedly the phrase he taught previously. “Don’t be scared, we can learn again if you don’t remember.” 

Aemma shook her head, a determined expression on her beautiful face. “I think I got it, uncle.” 

“Sȳz riña, tell that to your father when you see him. I’m certain he’ll be pleased.” Good girl

“You think so?” The princess questioned nervously. She found spending time with her uncle oddly soothing, contradicting the impression she had from the tale about him. The prince was kind, and patient to her and the young Aemma was grateful for it. A part of her, however, felt guilty for spending all her time with her uncle. She should have shared him with Aegon, who she hadn’t met since Aemond’s name day. The young princess thought that her brother might want to play with their uncle as well and internally scolded her for being so selfish. 

She shouldn’t hog him to herself… 

“I know so, zaldrītsos” Little dragon. The prince suddenly cleared his throat and Aemma immediately raised her head to the level of his voice. “Now, I think it’s time for you to keep your end of the deal.” 

Aemma dropped her face and fidgeted with her fingers. She didn’t know how to voice her though and doubt clouded the young princess. But she wasn’t going to break her promise… Her beloved sister had taught Aemma that a promise was not to be broken or she wouldn’t be trustworthy. 

“Why don’t I have a dragon, uncle?” She asked, her innocence showed through her young voice and the naivety on her face made the question sound painful to hear. “Was it because I am cursed?” 

Daemon clenched his jaw tightly. How on the seven hells did Aemma have this absurd idea? The Rogue prince wished to know the person daring to say such absurdity and he vowed heads would be rolling when he found out. At that moment, the prince successfully connected the dot and frowned deeply. “Is this why you ask if you were a Targaryen, zaldrītsos?” 

The princess shamefully nodded. From all the days she had spent with her uncle Daemon, she saw a lot of Targaryen’s traits in him and the young princess admired her uncle, wishing she could be as mighty as him. She admired how confident he was, wanting to carry herself with the same attitude. To the young Aemma, her uncle was the ideal Targaryen, a model to look up to. But that would soon change with times when she began to see the world clearer… 

Sighing, Daemon shifted in his seat and leaned to be closer to the young princess, his hand brushing through her silky hair. “I want you to understand that with or without a dragon, you are a Targaryen, it runs in your blood. Who dares to question it will answer before the Dark sister.” He said. “And you might not have a dragon now, but be patient. I am certain when the time is right, you will meet your dragon.” 

“Really?” The princess bit her lips, she wished to believe Daemon’s words but her head kept denying it, drowning her in self-doubt. “But I am the weak link, will I even be worthy of a dragon?” 

“You are not a weak link and you will never be!” Daemon shouted suddenly, slammed the table and sent the princess flinching. The Rogue prince took a pause upon the realisation of his overreacting, he sat back down and went to brush Aemma’s silver lock, tucking it behind her hair. For some reason, Aemma’s hair always rested messy. “Do you want to hear a secret?” The prince lowered his voice for dramatic effect and the young princess was immediately intrigued. She had always been a curious little thing. “You are the bravest girl I’ve ever known.” 

The young princess blushed at the praise from someone she admired so much and beamed from ear to ear. She mumbled a thank you to her uncle, and appreciated his compliment as somehow, she felt so assured. Perhaps recognition from someone as strong as Daemon was that priceless. Even years later, she still felt pride whenever she recalled this little moment. 

Needless to say, Aemma was over the moon. All of her doubts seemed to disappear for now. 

Daemon smiled upon seeing Aemma’s reaction. She was a sweet nature child who had the purest soul he ever had the pleasure to encounter, a complete contradiction to her other sibling, Aegon who Daemon detested ever since he was born. The prince watched his niece, his head’s gear seemed to run restlessly until he clacked. 

“Princess, do you want to ride Caraxes with me?” He invited the princess, knowing she wouldn’t turn down the opportunity. She had expressed her interest in dragons from the past few days they spent together, particularly in the tale of his adventure on Caraxes’s back. 

So, Daemon took his niece’s hand and guided her to the dragon pit. On the way, he didn’t forget to warn her how loud the dragon could be and that she should stay back before he allowed her to encounter Caraxes. Aemma was eager, nodded at every instruction and her step felt lighter. 

Caraxes growled loudly as a greeting when he spotted Daemon from afar, the dragon leaned closer to touch its companion. “Nyke jaelagon ao naejot rhaenagon someone” I want you to meet someone. Having the dragon’s agreement, Daemon went to get Aemma, standing closely behind her while guiding her to Caraxes. 

Caraxes was sceptical about the tiny human at first, seeming to be on guard as he watched the young princess getting closer to him. But like any Targaryen, the dragon was soon to accept her, leaning for the young princess to pat his head. 

Meanwhile, the young princess was smiling from ear to ear. She slowly patted his head, trying to figure out his form in her mind. And surprisingly, Caraxes allowed her to pet him as well. Daemon watched the exchange with a smile, but his stand was wary, ready to get in action if Caraxes decided to harm the little girl. 

Soon, Daemon helped Aemma on Caraxes and the two were off Red Keeps. The Rogue prince had something in mind and he need confirmation. 

—--

Daemon flew to Dragonstone with Aemma sitting before him, the princess couldn’t stop laughing the entire trip, and constantly asked him about their destination. 

“It’s a surprise, princess.” He said. 

The Rogue prince even allowed the young princess to take the reign and stirred it with him. He was understanding and encouraging the young girl when she felt timid and insecure due to her disability. “How about we do it together? How does that sound?” Suggested Daemon and earned himself a nod from the cursed princess. 

The pair landed near one of the smoking caverns of the Dragonmont. Daemon left Caraxes behind while carrying Aemma in one hand, another a torch. 

“You need to be quiet, alright?” The prince muttered to his niece who nodded in return and adorably placed her hand on her lips. 

Aemma was curious, she had been the entire time. Not knowing where she has stressed the young princess out and she had to constantly remind herself to trust her uncle. He wouldn’t harm her, she would know if he wanted to. From what she had learned, Daemon wouldn’t even bother to harm her. Her chance of becoming her sister’s heir is little to none. Therefore, why would he hurt her? 

If Daemon was aware of his niece’s thoughts, he would laugh out loud. Unlike what the court believed, Daemon didn’t want the throne to himself, not if it meant he would be chained down. Hence, he wouldn’t harm the little princess. Besides, he liked Aemma. That was a convincing reason enough. 

The Rogue prince started to sing and Aemma recognised the melody almost immediately as it was the lullaby her sister used whenever she tucked the cursed princess in bed. The young girl perked up in her uncle’s arms, trying to decipher her surrounding with sound. It didn’t take long for her to a roar was heard from afar, scaring the young princess. 

Aemma buried her head in her uncle’s neck while making herself focus on her uncle’s voice instead. This was terrifying, the young princess found and she wished to be out of that place immediately, especially when the loud noise hurt her hearing. 

Slowly, Daemon put his niece down at a far enough distance from the creature, not forgetting to instruct Aemma. “Stay here and don’t move, princess. I’ll be back soon.” He said, leaving a kiss on her temple before moving toward the sound direction. 

Sitting still, Aemma tapped her fingers on her lap, trying to stay calm while paying attention to the smallest sound she could hear. But so far, the sound of the creature Aemma recognised as the dragon was anything but. The young princess figured this dragon must be larger than Caraxes for the latter wasn’t as loud. 

Why did her uncle bring her here? Aemma thought to herself. 

But she was quick to know the answer. Aemma was picked up by her uncle again, this time, he moved slower until the two were close to the dragon. 

“Vermithor, this is princess Aemma.” The prince presented the cursed princess to his grandfather’s dragon and watched in awe as the said dragon observed the princess in Daemon’s arms.

Slowly, Vermithor leaned closer to sniff the young girl, sending her to still while Daemon laughed, and assured her it wasn’t dangerous. After what seemed like forever, Vermithor nudged Aemma and placed its head in her hand when she offered it. Confusing at what had just happened, the young princess absentmindedly pet the large dragon, not knowing she was petting one of the largest dragons the Targaryen had. 

Daemon contentedly smirked, “I thought so.” He said to himself, putting his niece down and watching the exchange between Vermithor and Aemma. 

The moment Aemma was put down, she was immediately attacked by Vermithor. The large dragon nudged her and let out a growl as a greeting. “Rytsas” Aemma said softly, as she caress the head of Vermithor, a warm feeling ran through her, taking over every inch of her skin like a wide fire. And she knew… just like that, she knew she had her dragon. “Uncle!” She exclaimed out of joy. 

“I know, congratulation, princess.” Daemon replied. “Now, no more doubting yourself?” 

The princess nodded eagerly, beaming brightly. 

Daemon had thought about the Grey ghost and the possibility of Aemma claiming the dragon for its soft nature. But the Rogue prince changed his mind. Aemma was special and a wild dragon was a difficult case for any normal dragon rider to claim. So, he thought about Vermithor who was growing tolerant of the presence of humans and more willing to accept riders. The rogue prince decided to take a gamble and brought Aemma here. It paid off, it seemed. 

In the rogue prince’s mind, being dragonless was what drove Aemma to her distressed state. Therefore, by helping her claim a dragon, the prince successfully treated her problem. 

If only it was so easy… 

—-----

Meanwhile, back at Red Keep, the King went feral when he noticed his brother and second daughter’s absence. His anger went spiralling upon the notice of Caraxes in the sky. 

When Viserys ran to the dragon pit, he was in for a surprise. Behind the king was his first son, Aegon who was concerned for the cursed princess’s wellbeing and blamed him for not protecting her. The two didn’t expect what was to come. 

The king and the prince watched in awe as Aemma sat on Caraxes with Daemon, and Vermithor trailing closely behind. It didn’t take much to figure out the situation. 

Aemma claimed Vermithor! 

Aegon cheered in delight, pride-filled his eyes as he watched his sister getting off Caraxes. While the king was equally proud, standing with his eyes heated up at the sight. Viserys never think there was a day when Aemma would be able to claim her dragon. It wasn’t because he doubted his daughter, but for her disability, the king never dared to dream of a day like this. 

Under his watchful eyes, his brother whispered something to his daughter, causing Aemma to giggle. Aemma spun around, seemingly to be in search of something. “Father?” She asked. 

“I am here, love.” It didn’t take Aemma long to figure out his direction as the young princess turned on her heels and moved quickly toward him, causing the king to walk forward, his arms ready to catch his daughter if she fell. 

“Avy jorrāelan, kepa” I love you, father. The word came out of her effortlessly, giving the impression of fluency when in fact, she had struggled with the phrase hours ago. Once she said it, all doubt and fear seemed to fade. 

For a second, Viserys thought he misheard his daughter and the man was on cloud nine. He took the girl in his arms, whispering sweet nothing in her ears while smothered kisses on her forehead. “Avy jorrāelan tolī, issa dōna riñnykeā.” I love you too, my sweet child. 

They hugged for a second before the king left the princess to her brother who hugged her when given chance. “You have a dragon!” He said. “I am so proud of you, Aemma.” 

“Thank you, Aegon.” 

“But now I can’t ride with you.” Aegon pouted. 

“I think I will still need some assistance.” Aemma immediately offered.

“I will do it.” The prince jumped in instantly, joy filled his tone. He was pleased that he was the one she asked, his sister obviously needed him. 

Unknowingly to Aegon and Aemma, their brother, Aemond was watching from afar, hoping one day he could achieve the same thing. 

Meanwhile, Viserys walked toward Daemon, his facial holding the same furious expression as previously. “You took her without my permission.” 

“I don’t need your permission, brother.” 

The King didn’t say anything, only studied his brother… After a moment of intense silence, he decided to confess. “But thank you… for everything you’ve done for Aemma. She is very happy thanks to you.” He said while eyeing the young princess who was gleefully talking to Aegon. 

“No need to thank me, I only did what I wanted.” And what the rogue prince wanted was his niece’s happiness. 

The two men were having the same goal and different approaches, Aemma’s happiness. If only they knew… that happiness wouldn’t last for long and never came back afterwards. 

[daisysolovely]

Uhmmm….you’re totally gonna write more parts for aemma right….right?!?!?!

I absolutely adored it and would cry if you didnt

First of all, thank you so much for your feedback. It makes my day knowing you adored Aemma. And secondly, pls don't cry, darling. I'll totally write more for Aemma. I love her a lot and while it might take some time, I'll surely update on her story

[daisysolovely]

Listen, your fic losing an eye was BEAUTIFUL!!!! It was unexpected, the interaction between siblings was heartwarming, and it was kinda angsty which is great. Please keep writing bc i can def see you becoming an author one day. ❤

Thank you so much, you don’t know how much your feedback just makes my day. I’m truly grateful for your feedback and pls hang on cuz more fic about Aemma is coming 😘🥰🫶🏻

[daisysolovely]

Aemma Targaryen

Losing an eye. 

So, hear me out, I have this imagination where the babe Queen Aemma carried survived and they were a girl who was born blind. Instead of Aemond who losing his eye, it would be this princess. 

I think I might turn this into a series but Idk yet, as I still have a lot of idea for this what if thingy. As far as I could tell, I don’t know who Aemma will ended up so this would be a platonic/family story for now. 

Summary: What if the child Queen Aemma carried was a princess and she actually survived? And what if that child was born blind? 

P/s: English is not my first language, so please forgive for my grammar mistakes and I am an unexperienced writer so feedbacks would be highly appreciated. 

Anyway, enjoy~ 

Aemma’s series: Aemma’s dragon, A Ruby eye, A Pawn, A Proposal

What if Queen Aemma gave birth to a princess who was able to survive? 

Aemma Targaryen, named after her late mother, was born blinded. Some said the princess was cursed for she wasn’t meant to survive death. Some said it was a price for her being alive. Either way, Aemma had always been grateful for her life. She had a loving father who tended to her every need, a beloved sister who was understanding of her disability and an uncle who had an overprotective tendency due to her lack of vision. Not to mention her stepmother, who had been kind and her adorable siblings. 

Her disability didn’t mean that she was clueless about the conflict that set her family apart or the game of politics they were all playing. She was well aware of them, even the secret they thought they had hidden from the world. She might be able to see like a normal person, but she wasn’t completely blind to the world. 

“Aemma.” Yelled Aegon as he approached his sister in the hallway, his words were slightly slurred. The princess flinched at the sudden noise and dropped her cane to the ground, causing Aemma to crunch and pat around, finding her cane. 

The Prince soon approached his sister and stood her up before shoving the cane in her hand. Despite his reputation, he had always had a softer approach to his older sister. The prince wrapped his hand around her wrist and gently guided her, walking slowly as he talked to her.

Aegon, ever since little, had a habit of sneaking into Aemma’s bed. He found comfort in Aemma’s calmness, something he didn’t experience with his mother. It soothed him when she caressed his hair or when she hummed to him at night. As a child, he loved to listen to Aemma’s voice or her lullaby. The prince would voluntarily become her cane just to be in her presence for longer. And as he grew older, he confided in her and confessed to her all his emotions and thoughts that were suppressed inside him. 

However, their closeness was frowned upon and it stirred controversy, even more, when Aegon gained his player reputation. So, the prince changed his method and instead became more discreet with his affection for Aemma. 

“Lady Laena had passed away.” He told her while eyeing her warily. The boy, even in his drunken state, was concerned for his sister. 

Aemma paused at her pace, she turned in the direction of Aegon’s voice. The princess could feel her hands starting to shake as her eyes began tearing up. If it wasn’t for Aegon holding her, Aemma would surely collapse on the floor due to the shocking news. This was just so sudden and Aemma couldn’t imagine what her uncle and cousins must be going through right now. The cursed princess suddenly turned on her heels and walked the opposite way. 

It took Aegon by surprise but the boy was quick to react, he immediately held his sister and exclaimed. “Where are you going?” 

“To Pentos.” She reluctantly answered as she made her way to the dragon pit. “I need to give my condolence to uncle.” She said. 

Aegon’s wrap around Aemma’s tightened, he didn’t wish for her to fly to Pentos. She was in no condition to do so and the boy didn’t particularly like his uncle either. The feeling was mutual for both parties and Aemma knew that as well. But right now, she couldn’t care less. 

“You will meet him soon. We’ll go together.” Explained the boy and Aemma compromised even though she knew deep down, nobody trusted her enough to let her fly alone. A bitter taste settled in her throat, but the princess pushed it aside like many times before. 

—--

Aemma didn’t understand what was going on, she was standing behind Aemond as the boy and her sister’s children argued. It was chaos, Aemma felt as if her ears would explode at any minute. The cursed princess turned her head left and right, trying to analyse the direction of each child. Yet, it was all a failed attempt. 

And the children, too heated, forgot completely about the appearance of Aemma. 

The Cursed princess knew the argument would take a downturn when Aemond called the boys “Strong”, something that was unspeakable among the court and the Targaryen family. Aemma then proceeded to tap on Aemond’s shoulder in an attempt to call him off, yet the boy was too caught up in the moment to notice. 

It was when Lucerys took out his dagger that Aemma’s presence became noticed as she shoved her brother aside and took the hit instead. 

All hell broke loose after that. 

Aemma couldn’t quite remember the details as every time she recalled it, all she could feel was a sharp pain on her right cheek and the cry of her brother along with her nephews and cousins. If she thought this was chaotic, she was proven wrong the moment her sister made the appearance. The realm’s delight cried out as she reached for her sister as Aemma was tended to by the maester. 

“This shouldn’t have happened.” She would hear Rhaenyra mumbling. “I am so sorry, dear sister.” The cursed princess tried not to frown as it would damage her wound. She understood how Rhaenyra must feel, blaming herself for Aemma’s wound. If she was in her sister’s shoes, she would probably feel the same. 

Truthfully, Aemma was angry. Not because she had lost an eye, after all, her eyes were useless, to begin with. She didn’t necessarily lose anything. But she was angry because Lucerys thought he could hurt his kin and because Aemond dared to take Vhagara when lady Laenor’s funeral was just that morning. 

Still, she suppressed it all down for the sake of her family or specifically, her father, the king had exclaimed in horror upon seeing her wound. It must be horrible, Aemma thought as she could visibly hear everyone flinching or whispering about her lost eye. “My sweet child.” The king wrapped his arm around Aemma as he cried. He had always felt bad for Aemma, feeling as if she suffered more than all of her siblings and yet, he was helpless. As a king, he could only try to provide her with the best material he could find. And as a father, he could only hope he had done a wonderful job. 

But now, with an eye lost, the King felt as if it was his fault. Had he not done a great job of protecting her? 

Much to Aemma’s dismay, the Queen demanded justice for the princess, claiming an eye for an eye. Aemma hopelessly sat at the chair while listening to her family tearing each other apart, her uncle Daemon beside her and Aegon next to her. It seemed that Daemon was the only one who enjoyed the show, so far. While Aegon tended to Aemma as if she was porcelain.

“ENOUGH!” The soft Aemma finally had enough as she practically shouted, shutting down the entire room. And she didn’t see how everyone turned to her immediately. “This is absurd!” 

“I don’t need revenge and pithiness. My eyes have never functioned anyway, losing one would hardly make a difference.” Aemma let out a chuckle at the last part. 

But her jest wasn’t well appreciated by many people, except for Daemon who the princess could hear a small chuckle from him but suppressed when his brother cleared his throat. 

“Aemma,” Rhaenyra exclaimed in shock at her sister’s dark sense of humour and its ill timing. 

“Of course, it matters.” The queen interrupted. 

All Aemma responded was a faint smile, she knew what the queen was worried about. Aemma was a challenge to marry off and now she lost an eye. The girl was spoiled for good. Blind and ugly, who would want her? The princess lightly shook her head and shoved her thoughts aside. Instead, she chooses to reply. “It’s not. I can’t see, therefore there isn’t any big damage. So I’ll ask kindly for you all to get over this. Now, if you excuse me, I need to retire to my chamber.” 

And with Daemon's help, the young princess stood up. It didn’t take long for Aegon to take over his uncle’s duty, subtly glancing at the man. He placed his elbow in Aemma’s hand and slowly guided his sister out of the room, not forgetting to sneer at Lucerys.

It was only when Aemma met her bed that her knees finally gave up and her mask slipped up. She groaned in pain, her hands gripped the mattress to find some relief. After a few minutes, the princess finally calmed down and took the cup of tea from Aegon. 

“I will skin that bastard alive for what he has done.” The prince announced as he sat on her bed, practically gauged at Aemma’s now lost eye. He didn’t think her wound would make her ugly, truthfully. Aemma could never be ugly in his eyes for she was his angel and the boy couldn't care less if people thought she had no chance to marry off. He would marry her in a heartbeat. Yet, he was angry that someone dared to hurt his sister, the princess. 

Aemma hissed at the harsh word, shoving the hot tea back in his hand. “What have I told you, Aegon? That word is not to say, what if people hear? You will get in trouble.” The princess didn’t need eyesight to know that her brother was rolling his eyes at her. “I am serious, Aegon and I’ve said previously, I am fine. There is no need to be worked up.” 

“He took your eye, Aemma!” 

“An eye that I have no use of.” Aemma calmly dismissed his point. “I don’t feel a thing if I must admit, couldn’t care if he took both. It’s better me than Aemond or anyone else.” 

“Mother would have the bastard’s eye if he dared to take Aemond’s.” 

“But she won’t, father would never let something like that happen.” Aemma shook her head, she knew her father too well. She also knew that he probably wouldn’t punish Lucerys too harshly for his doing. Her father was anything but fair and was a man with an objective point of view. 

Aegon scoffed, but he didn’t argue with her. Instead, he took a book on her nightstand and opened where the mark was last left. “Do you want me to continue reading for you?” He asked. 

Aegon had offered to become Aemma’s eyes since they were children. Because of her disability, Aemma had difficulties doing simple tasks such as reading, sewing or cleaning. She couldn’t study like the rest of the ladies at court did and sevens hells, she was completely clueless about the world. But Aegon’s assistance did help ease her a bit when he read or told her tales at the Westeros that he knew of or had learned a few days prior. The boy would try his best to describe everything in as detail as possible, which took a lot from him, Aemma could tell. Aegon wasn’t exactly the most patient person, but he tried and that was all Aemma needed. 

“Sure.” The princess whispered and, her chamber filled with only the sound of Aegon’s reading, fireplace. It was strangely soothing. Already tired from the day’s events, Aemma found her eyes begging to be closed quite quickly. 

—--- 

The next morning, Aemma woke up to the news that her brother, Aemond took his eye out last night. The princess frowned upon hearing the news and immediately reached for her cane. She didn’t sacrifice her eye for him to act foolishly. 

Still in her nightgown, the princess rushed toward Aemond’s chamber, a knight trailing behind to ensure her safety. From afar, Aemma could hear the crying of the queen along with her mournful words as well as some whispering from the servants. The young prince’s action scandalised the entire court. 

Aemma didn’t go in at that moment, deciding to confront her brother in solitude. 

“May I ask why you decide to take your eye out?” She questioned the boy softly once she got to be alone with him. Her face and words were gentle and void of judgement. 

The Prince pressed his lips into a thin line, his eye practically bored into his sister’s scar. “It was supposed to be my eye he took, not yours.” 

Aemma shook her head, “It’s a price I must pay for my dragon.” The boy reluctantly said.

“I didn’t go those extra lengths just for you to harm yourself, don’t you understand?” Aemma raised her voice and for a moment, Aemond swore he could see the dragon fire in his usually sweet sister. Sighing, Aemma reached her hands forward, needing to have some physical contact with the boy. 

With Aegon, it was easy for Aemma to guess the boy’s reaction as he never hid it in front of her. But Aemond was a tough shelf to crack and preferred to keep it all to himself instead. So, Aemma always needed to be in physical contact with him every time, to feel his body language. 

Knowing his sister’s habit, the boy complied and wrapped his arms around her back, his head resting against a chest. For a moment, he understood why Aegon was attached to Aemma, for her presence was strangely calming. 

Aemma raised her hands to caress Aemond’s hair as she tried to understand her feelings. It was a mixture of complicated emotions, she was angry, yet felt his action was understandable. “I only wish for you to be well and healthy, Aemond.” She mumbled. “But it seems that faith had another plan for you… I hope you won’t regret your action, brother.” 

“Mother wasn’t pleased.” He softly confessed, pressing his face further into her chest. 

“I can imagine.” Aemma chuckled. While being suited for a Queen, Aemma found Alicent lacked what it took to be a good mother. All of her children were neglected and hurt by her. “After all, now she will have to work harder to find a bride for you, dear brother.” The princess jested. 

“She will need to find one for you first.” 

The cursed princess laughed as she shook her head. “Mine is a whole different matter, I’m afraid.” 

“How so?” 

“It’s complicated, with my lack of eyesight and now a scar, no highborn would wish for my hand. However, father would not give my hand for anyone but those he deemed worthy of a dragon.” She softly explained but the princess could tell by the way Aegon slightly turned his head that he didn’t entirely understand the matter. “You’ll understand it better once you grow up, I promise.” Although it was best if he didn’t, the princess thought. 

“Well, I can protect you when I grow up, therefore there is no need for other men.” Aemma was surprised by the determination in Aemond’s voice, one that was far too strong for a boy his age. And the princess was oddly proud of her brother. 

“It would be my pleasure, brother.” She said with a soft smile, holding no actual regard toward the promise as she deemed it as a child's word. “Now, I must make haste. I have a date with Rhaenyra.” 

Before the princess left the room, Aemond suddenly called for her. The boy didn’t wait for her to turn around as he spoke. “Thank you… for what you did” 

“I’ll do it a thousand times more if I must, Aemond. You’re my brother after all.” 

In the princess’s mind, dragons should always have each other’s back, not daggers at each other’s throats. But little did she know, she would get to witness it all happen, for her eye was the start of a war, one that was nothing but bloodshed. 

Many years later, people would often recall the event where princess Aemma lost her eye as the start of everything. 

The start of a war between the green and the red.