The remarried queen/ Aemma Arryn

Prologue: A restless soul

Complete darkness was what Aemma Arryn woke up to, the air was cold, the room quiet and somber but felt loud and chattering bursting her ear drums, her legs were numb but she could feel every vein twisting tightly, her heartbeat was heavy and slow but was pounding hard as if a dragon was inside her kicking it, her body felt lighter than a cloud but heavy as if she was holding a dragon with her bare hands, she could feel chills of the darkenes engulfing and dragging her to drown into its abyss

Where am I?

Aemma couldn't remember how she got into this mess, the only thing she remembered was laying down on the birthing bed pushing her babe out after an early birth, how Viserys was holding her hand and staring at her with a look she couldn't comprehend as pity, or guilt?. The immense pain she felt afterwards when she felt as if she was being ripped apart-, oh

She remembered

She's dead

she died for her babe

Well from a blade at that, for a supposed son her husband yearned for, a son she could never give

Aemma  knew she would one day die doing her duty as queen, it was inevitable, she would die in the birthing bed like her mother Daella, she would give her husband the son and heir he yearned for and he will be beautiful, a chubby and bubbly babe like her daughter Rhaenyra once was, he will have her eyes and smile but have Viserys's nose, he will be name Baelon after his grandfather and will grow up to be an honorable man like him and a peaceful king like his father. That is what Aemma always fantasizes in her dreams, she knew she would never witness what her son will become as she will be dead, therefore dreaming was a way for her to cope.

The child bed is a woman's battlefield she knew could not win, her mother fought hard and honorably for her to be born but sadly she could not make it, Aemma lost three babes before being blessed with a daughter and then knew she too could not win another pregnancy, even when her sisters and father assured she would not she accepted her fate to lose. But Aemma did not imagine her death to be this brutal, she imagined her last moments being peaceful holding her son, telling her daughter last minute words of comfort and assurance, wipe her tears away and give her her ring as a symbol of her love and protection, talk to her only living sister Amanda making her promise to care for her children like she did for her, make Viserys promise to love and care for their children, make him promise to have Rhaenyra marry a man of her choice, who she loves deeply and who will love and deeply care for her. But no her final moments where from a blade ripping her open for a son none knew would be one

She felt angry and betrayed, how could Viserys do this to her, how could he strip her away of her final moments, how could he not tell her what they would do to her, only held her hand like a coward and close his eyes as she screams in agony not able to anything while they tear her apart. But what could she do now, she is only a soul inside a void.

Death is lonely

They say death is a bittersweet moment that is as transient as eternal. But those claims were nothing but lies, there was no memories of better times or someone to meet in the afterlife to say everything will be okay

Everything was simply cold

She wanted to reunite with her family, she wanted her father Rodrik, her brothers Eldric and Hugo, her sister Elys, her grandmother the good queen Alysanne, and her mother Daella. The mother Aemma never had the chance to know more of other than stories from her family, she would be inside her mother's warm arms weeping being child again. But no she is inside a void she can't seem to leave

Do the gods hate her?

They do, because if they didn't

None of the events she foreseen would have happened