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More than anything, Princess Rhaelys Velaryon hated Ser Criston Cole. More than she hated anyone else, more than she despised anything else. She knew of her mother's history with Criston and about how he could not take now for an answer. She had heard from Helaena that he had called her mother a cunt.
On the training yard, Rhaelys was not treated as the heir she was. She was a nuisance there, a burden. Criston Cole had been their instructor for as long as she could remember, and for that same amount of time he had not treated her or her brothers fairly. Jace always had to spar with Aegon and Luke was always ignored, not getting the training they needed or deserved.
The thing that above all irritated Rhae was that Aegon and Aemond got all the feedback they asked for, or didn't, when she and Jace and Luke had never gotten anything from Criston. She understood that he didn't like them, but that he was letting his favoritism show in their training sessions was quite mean.
"Soften your knees," Rhae rolled her eyes as she heard Criston sucking up to Aemond and Aegon, simply because he was in love with their mother. "Feet light," He wasn't kind to Aemond or Aegon either, but at least he spoke to them. At least he spoke of what he thought instead of just holding his tongue at all times, like he did around them. The only times he spoke to her was when he was telling her off, or when he was adressing her as 'princess Rhaelys'.
Rhaelys could feel her grandfather's eyes on her. He loved her best and most and he often made it clear. "Keep your feet light and your hands heavy," The advice he was given made no sense to Rhaelys and she honestly did not want to understand. Rhaelys could see her grandfather spoke something to his Hand, Lord Lyonel Strong, but what she could not make out.
As Jace finally hit it correctly and made a dent, Aegon yanked it back down, smirking with the same look that he always wore on his face. He was so cocky. He had always been cocky. "Don't stand too upright, my Prince. You'll get knocked down," Aemond looked so done with training. It was his least favourite thing to do in the whole world.
