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Aemma knew it was a love story, just not hers.
She had hoped she caught her nephew’s wandering eye, wood brown eyes with hazel green flecks that awkwardly gaze at his aunt.
“Muña.” He had heart fully called out from the shadows, the words tasted like honeyed lemon on his tongue.
“Taoba.” She whispered back.
“I never did truly apologised to you.” He said loud enough for his now deep voice to echo in the tunnel.
“Your apology means naught to me but at least one of those pretty eyes would be greater than my claim to one of the Conquerors.” She says with a sneer, looking deeply into the thing she had wanted most since she were just a maiden.
“I cannot gift you an les, muña. But I can give you something much better.”
“And what’s that, you craven?”
“My prūmia.”
“And what would I want wretched thing for?
Ilībōños.”
“Because it beats. It beats only for you.” The flush on his aunt’s face sends a tickle in his stomach. “If you wish for it to stop, all you have to do is say the word. My heart is yours to control. My life is yours. Dearest aunt, ñuha mēny is yours to torment, to hurt. Dare I say, even to raqnon.”
Aemma was taken back his declaration of love, she’s never had anyone speak so passionately to her. She could feel the blood rush to her head and her heart thump violently against her chest.
The fool boy was giving her complete power over him.
“I- I will not be your paramour.”
“I am not asking you to be. I would never ask you to be second, you’ll always be my first choice, Aem.”
She felt like she was going to cry.
That is all she had ever wanted to hear. All she wanted to be, was someone’s first choice.
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Aemma’s heat crumbles when Rhaenys announces the betrothal between her nephew and her cousin as Rhaena and Luke stare at each other with adoration.
Aemma then knew, she was the obstacle in the way of true love. Lucerys wasn’t hers and he never will be.