After enduring a loveless marriage for many years, the Rogue Prince was believed to be incapable of fathering a child with his Bronze Bitch. However, a miraculous event shatters this notion with the birth of Vhaela Targaryen. Raised in the confines...
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Chapter Nineteen: The Princelings Bastards
Vhaela Targaryen
I find myself back in the sparing yard with Aemond. But instead of all the princelings, it was just us and of course Dawsin. I stood on the side watching Aemond train against the straw man. He stabs and attacks the fake men swiftly with each thrust.
I heave out a heavy sigh as I watch in disappointment. I have begged countless times for my uncle to allow me to train. Even after denying my request, I asked Dawsin to secretly train with me. But he knew better than to go behind the king's orders.
It peeved me off to no end.
Visenya was perfectly able to wield a sword so why shouldn't I? Not to mention I have killed a man. That is more than any of the princelings can say for themselves. So, I continue to watch Aemond with a slight glare as he trains.
Aemond then turns toward me as he takes a break from hitting the straw man. He gives a faint smile as his chest heaves up and down trying to catch his breath. But when he notices my hard stare, his eyes grow in confusion.
As quickly as the confusion grows his eyes turn into a knowing look. With a jut of his head, he calls me over to him. My hard glare softens, and I blink somewhat confused by his action. Nevertheless, I slowly make my way over toward him.
He looks around the training yard and up toward the balcony. I do the same and find no one around it was only us three. My eyes furrow at him before he hands me his wooden sword. I take it suspiciously and I slowly feel the weight of the sword.
I had never had the chance of picking up a training sword before. It was different than I was expecting. Much heavier than I had anticipated and not as swift and clean as a real sword would be. I then look back to Aemond who holds a smile on his face.
He comes closer to me, and his hands find the blade of the dull sword. Aemond lifts it and then suddenly drops it causing me to almost lose my grip on the handle.
"It is heavy. Make sure you always have a firm grip." He says softly.
I give him a small nod and readjust the position of my hand on the handle. Aemond then nudges his head in the direction of the straw man. A smile comes to my face as I grip the handle tightly with my right hand before raising it against him.
I strike one side of him before I slowly make my way to the other. The blade's weight limits the speed of my movements which causes me to huff in frustration. I bring my left hand to the handle of the blade and then strike down on the straw man's head.
I turn to look at Aemond who holds a proud smile on his face. My eyes then wander to Dawsin who is still standing guard a few feet away. He gives me a small nod as he notices my stare on him. In return, I smile at him and then quickly turn back to Aemond.
