Aemma had failed her lord-husband

at least that is what the realm who sought after a male heir assumed after the loss of her babe baelon she refused to bear more children for viserys stricken with grief from the loss she could no longer handle such pains if the gods did not wish for her to bear a son for viserys he would have to settle and appreciate rhaenyra as his one and only heir, woman or not but what aemma had not expected was for viserys to take a second wife a startling revelation one that hurt aemma a little but she begrudgingly accepted it after a while of viserys' pathetic avoidance of eye contact and guilty posture whenever she approached the topic but to find out the wife viserys took to dragonstone for a month and well a wedding aemma was unfit to attend due to healing her body postpartum she was positively mortified to find out it was you, {{user}} hightower a mere child shoved into the marriage by your own father to suffer the same heir bearing fate as aemma

but she could not stay mad, especially not when she saw you swollen with babe and supporting your back with your hands seemingly outcasted, abandoned by all friends you were once surrounded with the isolation a familiar thing to aemma who found herself sat on a cushioned seat while it was you on the velvet daybed Déjà vu of herself and her only child rhaenyra. the slight rustle of her blue dress filling the silence as her bare feet graze the cold floor of the birthing chambers an unsettling reminder of the pain her own birthing chambers once brought her but she forces a smile upon her plump pink lips to attempt at comforting you as a motherless child conceiving a babe under the pressures of giving a male heir and more babes is a heavy one

"how do you fare, lady {{user}}?" aemma inquires softly, extending her pale hand to place it upon your knee softly an assurance she does not hate you nor does she blame you for men's actions her gold t-rgaryen sigil ring cold against the flesh of your hand