BONES ▹HOUSE OF THE DRAGON

VISSERA vs SER CRISTON

"prince aegon, prince aemond, swords up. your legs need to be open a little wider, or else you'll get knocked over. good job, my princes."

vissera was walking the training grounds with jacaerys next to her and little lucerys on her hip. she stops and watches as criston cole, the queens personal guard, train the two sons of viserys. aegon truly had no care for it, but vissera could see how devoted to the training little aemond was. that boy would be a menace with a sword when he got older.

"when will we get training like that, auntie vissera?" jacaerys asks, eyes wide as he sees his uncle demolish straw enemies with wooden swords.

"soon, my jacaerys. you first must build up your stamina. tell me, would you think enemies in the battlefield will wait for you to catch your breath before engaging in a sword fight? skill is necessary, yes, but it takes time. and you are still young, only six years old. you have time."

jacaerys just gives her a huge smile and latches on to her pants. as she grows more aware of her surroundings, vissera hears the whispers of "strong bastards" here and there. she hands lucerys to his brother and brandishes her sword out to the general direction of the whispers.

"who says that? might i remind you, any whisper of slander against the velaryon princes is an act of treason and is punishable by cutting your tongues off!"

the whispers immediately cease, knowing vissera goes through with her threats. already there have been ten instances of public tongue slashing, all done by the general of the untamed army.

criston cole had the decency to look annoyed, since aegon and aemond had stopped sparring with the straw villains to look at vissera brandish her sword at townsfolk.

"my lady, 'tis mere whispers. surely there is no need to be dramatic."

vissera turned her steely gaze on cole, who was still sporting an annoyed frown. "as a knight in service of the crown, ser, it is your duty to hash out punishment due for acts such as this. do not forget your place, cole."

criston cole rolled his eyes, which boiled vissera's blood in anger. being the queen's personal guard had gotten to his head, so it was time to knock some sense into him.

vissera saw ser harwin enter the training grounds, and decided to anoint him babysitter for the next few minutes.

"ser harwin! would you be so kind and take the four princes to the side for a bit? ser criston and i are going to engage in a fun spar. it shouldn't take long."

not letting ser harwin or ser criston answer, vissera ushered all four of her nephews towards the knight. she then turned around to face ser criston, sword still in hand. criston raised a brow, clearly not expecting the match but his ego wouldn't let him turn down a challenge.

"first blood, good ser? or is that too much for the children present?"

"whatever my lady insits," cole said.

"very well."

vissera took it easy at first, letting cole make up an image of her in his mind. she was three and thirty, already been present in kings landing for two years and cole had yet to see her at her best. she knew he would undermine skill, everyone did, even her own cousin daemon.

(everyone but harwin, then again, he was always the smartest man she knew)

as the seconds went by, vissera increased in strength and speed. she could tell by the look of panic in cole's face that he had never fought an opponent that had both superior speed and strength to him. vissera felt something akin to pity and decided to end the spar quickly, in a move so fast that no one knew exactly what happened, the lady had ser criston with a scratch on his cheek, his sword on the ground and on his knees.

ser criston was breathing heavily while vissera didn't even feel a bit exerted. "good match," she said, before turning towards ser harwin to gather up her favorite nephews.

"AUNTIE VIS! that was amazing!" it was little lucerys who always thought the world of her, and this instance was no different.

"why thank you, my prince." she faux bowed then swooped the little boy up in the air, making the young prince squeal in laughter.

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crispy cole got what was coming! im thinking of making a scene where he shit talks rhaenyra and like... dies.  tell me some stuff you would like to see? this can be any scene and any time period, i have stuff drafted but i want more ideas.