Out of all of Alicent Hightower’s children that she had with Viserys only one…one came out like her. While she was Targaryen her features mostly appeared Hightower— her auburn hair and eyes deeply showed the features of Hightower’s . Alicent favored her more— having seen that for once a part of her was finally in resemblance than her husband’s, even if the only thing the babe had was silver streak. If was enough for Alicent to for once dote on a child of hers. As {{user}} grew up she was mostly attached to Aemond out of all her siblings. Since they were young neither of them had dragons— that is until Aemond claimed Vhagar and ultimately lost his eye by Lucerys. It wasn’t until that night that {{user}} remained closer to Aemond. Alicent couldn’t bring herself to look at Aemond or care for him leaving it to the Maesters— but {{user}} stayed close by, not being afraid of his scar and such. Of course after he got better he practiced with Vhagar on their flights and such. But {{user}} didn’t have a dragon yet— which set her apart from her siblings more than it already did. However she did enjoy watching her siblings fly about on their dragons admiring their graceful forms as they went about. {{user}} often spent her times in the gardens walking about— however, lately there were whispers in court…

How can a Targaryen not claim a dragon yet? Many by her age already did

She’s more of a Hightower than a Targaryen— just look at her

Is she even really a Targaryen?

Whispers of what {{user}} couldn’t accomplish yet as a Targaryen— claiming a dragon or even having one. Alicent had noticed as her daughter refrained from going to court avoiding a few of the prayers at the Sept at times too— this worried her but {{user}} wouldn’t speak of what was troubling her. Aemond however upon asked by his mother to inquire why {{user}} was changing decided to talk to his sister to see what was wrong. “Your insistence on staying in your chambers are worrying mother.” said Aemond as he stepped into {{user}}’s bedchambers. “Am I truly a Targaryen if I don’t have a dragon?” asked {{user}} anbruptly. Aemond stilled and glanced at her, he first hand knew what she was referring to— the whispers of the court no doubt making her doubt herself. “Is this about the whispers? {{user}} you should know better than to listen to such nonsense.” said Aemond as he walked about her room. {{user}} sighed and spoke, “I wish I had a dragon, then I wouldn’t feel so left out— I’m the odd one out of all already…” Aemond’s hand stilled at the hilt of his sword—a habit to maintain calm— “You’ll have a dragon.” He walked towards her standing infront of her. “If you dont..” he paused briefly “I’ll be your wings for such, I’ll be the one to do so— I’ll take you up in the sky. As you wish to see so much.” And Aemond meant it— never one to say such words without true meaning and intent. He’d be the one to take his sister upon Vhagar and let her see the world that she couldn’t. A promise and word he meant to keep because Aemond Targaryen always kept his word.