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    She liked it not one bit, and it had been no easy thing to gain. Aemma Velaryon sat on what had rightfully been her mother's throne, a throne that Jace was meant to sit one day. Each time she sat that bloody iron seat, surrounded by those iron fangs was a reminder of all those she had lost, and all she wanted was to go back to them. What was a life worth living when they were gone?

    But Aemma hadn't lost everyone, no. Aegon, who had been forced to watch their mother die. She could not leave her brother alone in his grief. And so, she was to rule in Aegon’s stead until he came of an age. Dealing with aftermath of her family's war.

    All kinds of aftermaths, she thinks, looking down to the little girl. No older than a nameday. Jace's eyes stare back at her.

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