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Aemma had managed to convince her mother and father to allow her to follow Ser Harwin around for the day, allowing her to see what is was like being Commander of the City Watch. She had lied, saying she was interested in seeing how Kings Landing was run, but she had really just wanted to spend the day with Ser Harwin.
"Truthfully, I believe I could spar very well," Aemma pestered Ser Harwin, walking alongside him as they made their way to the training grounds, "Give me a sword, and I can show you,"
Aemma had been continuing her training with Aemond twice a week, slowly improving. It was only recently that she'd begun holding the sword naturally, and she was sure the rest would come with ease.
"Interested in becoming a knight, are you?" Ser Harwin smiled.
"No, but knowing how to fight is useful," Aemma said, admitting she wasn't all that interested in the idea of actually fighting in a battle. She just wanted to know how, "I could even take over as Commander of the city watch after you grow old and fat,"
"Old and fat?" Ser Harwin repeated, shaking his head good-naturedly, "Then you would have to be a knight,"
The two stopped, watching on as Aemond and Aegon tried to best Ser Criston Cole. Her attention was mostly focused on Aemond, pride swelling in her at how he held his sword. He was a good teacher for her.
She let out a short giggle as Aegon got tapped on the butt by Ser Criston. Perhaps the knight was funny after all. Aegon turned to her, poking his tongue out.
"Ah," Ser Harwin said, getting her brother's attention, "Keep your swords up, my boys. Give your enemies no quarter,"
Aemma gave her brothers an encouraging smile as they grasped their training swords steadily, following after Ser Harwin as he began to walk.
"It seems the younger boys could do better with a bit of your attention, Ser Criston," Ser Harwin said.
Aemma looked up at Ser Harwin with a smile before giving Ser Criston a foul look. She knew there was a reason she didn't like Ser Criston. If Ser Harwin thought he did not have good character than Aemma knew she was in the right.
"You question my method of instruction, Ser?" Ser Criston asked.
"Oh, I merely suggest that your methods be applied to all your pupils,"
"Very Well," Ser Criston said, his back facing Aemma and Ser Harwin, "Jacaerys, come here,"
"Hey!" Aemma exclaimed at the aggressiveness with which Ser Criston grabbed her brother.
"You spar with Aegon," Ser Criston continued, wholly ignoring Aemma, "Eldest son against eldest son,"
"Queen's whore," Aemma grumbled under her breath, just quiet enough for Ser Harwin to hear but not Ser Criston.
