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Princess Aemma Targaryen, second of her name, was born on a day of great tragedy.
Her mother, Queen Aemma, had died on the birthing bed in agony and pain for her husbands useless need for a male heir. And yet, instead of the son that was so desperately hoped for, all they were met with was a visit from the Stranger and yet another daughter.
With grief heavy in his heart and guilt settling deep in his stomach, King Viserys could only spare one glance at his newborn babe. And with barely enough semblance to name the child, he sent them off to a place where he wouldn't have to meet their face for many years.
Because he knew, if he stared too far into the familiar deep blue eyes of his youngest daughter, Viserys would never be able to look away again.