Kings Landing. The kingdom the king lived with his second wife, children and grandchildren. Y/n Velaryon was one of those grandchildren and the eldest child of Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen, the heir to the Iron Throne after her mother. Like her sibli...
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The sounds all around the large and well known kingdom were loud, being heard all around as it went through many ears and sometimes out the other as the citizens throughout the streets of Kings Landing ventured around, buying stuff from the market as others were venturing around and doing their daily jobs that they did every single day in their lives, the laughter of children being heard as they ran by the many adults around them.
The sun was bright, the chirping birds flying high up within the bright blue sky and near the clouds as they ignored anything that was happening down below them. In the fighting grounds within Red Keep, the royal children could be seen as they fought the makeshift dummies back and forth, wooden makeshift swords tight in their grips. Just a few feet away from the four boys fighting the dummies, Y/n sat on the stone cold steps while twirling a flower that her aunt, Princess Helaena Targaryen, had given to her earlier in the day.
Glancing up like she had been doing occasionally, her dark eyes met Aemond's violet eyes as the said prince looked up at her like she had been doing to him before he was going back to fighting, making sure to try and look cool in front of her. Just a bit in front of the princess, the Commander of the Kingsguard, Ser Criston Cole, had his hands clasped behind his back as he watched the boys.
While they switched dummies once again as per usual, Jacaerys and Aemond bumped shoulders with one another, not apologizing or saying a word as they walked by each other. Just across from them, Aegon patted Lucerys shoulder before they were fighting again like the other two. Meanwhile, Ser Criston stood beside Aemond, instructing him to do stuff he wasn't doing, like softening his knees, making his feet light as he ignored the frustrated look on the prince's face.
While he swung the wooden sword, Aemond glanced in Y/n's direction, seeing she was still twirling the flower between her fingers, taking a deep breath in as he continued to do what the guard told him. Jacaerys stabbed his wooden weapon into the dummy in front of him, making the tip of it stick into it just when Aemond used his own to knock it down, causing the brown haired prince to bend down and pick his sword up.
After swinging his sword around, Aegon stopped in his tracks as his violet eyes stopped on two handmaidens walking by, their nervous eyes glancing at him to see the bright smirk etching on his lips as he stared at them just when Criston called out his name, making him look away.
"I've won my first bout, Ser Criston. My opponent sues for mercy." Aegon comments.
Criston shrugs, nodding. "You'll have a new opponent then, My Lord of the Straw. Let's see if you can touch me. You and your brother."
As the guard grabs one of the many wooden swords, Aegon looks to his brother with raised brows as Jacaerys and Lucerys stepped off to the side. Interested, Y/n stood up and walked over until she was beside her brothers. Soon enough, the Targaryen brothers were letting out grunts as they tried to hit at Ser Criston, but the guard seemed to be quicker than them, using one hand only as they other rested behind his back.
Aegon ran forward to try and hit him but Criston pushed him towards Aemond, causing them to bump into one another as the older prince tried to regain his footing. Unfortunately, neither of the brothers had been able to hit at the guard as they moved to stand with the other two brothers and their sisters. Meanwhile, just a bit behind them, Ser Harwin had been watching the whole thing as his gaze moved to his children, looking to the boys, calling out to them as they looked over.
"Weapons up, boys. Give your enemies no quarter." Harwin instructs, making Criston look at him. "It seems the younger boys could do better with a bit of your attention, Ser Criston."
"You question my method of instruction, ser?" Criston asks.
"I merely suggest that method be applied to all your pupils." Harwin replies just when Aegon pushed Lucerys to the side a bit.
"Very well. Jacaerys, come here." Criston demands, harshly grabbing ahold of the front of the boy's armor and pulling him forward. "You spar with Aegon. Eldest son against eldest son."
"It's hardly a fair match." Harwin points out when Jacaerys looked over at him with a panicked look as Aegon pats his nephew's shoulder.
"I know you've never seen true battle, ser, but when steel is drawn, a fair match isn't something anyone should expect." Criston argues.
Harwin doesn't say anything else, only staring at the guard with narrowed eyes. From the side, Y/n felt her little brother grab her hand as she looked at the back of her other brother's head nervously, knowing Aegon was a lot stronger and bigger than him. Noticing this, Aemond reached over and gently grabbed her hand in hope of giving her comfort. When Criston gave them the go, Aegon was the first to do something as he rushed towards his nephew, swinging his sword while Jacaerys stepped back in shock.
Aemond grabbed ahold of Y/n, pulling her off to the side while Y/n pulled Lucerys with her when the two boys were rushing right in their direction before Aegon shoved Jacaerys to the ground with one hand, making the younger prince grunt in slight pain. He was quick to get up to his feet, however, lunging towards his uncle while letting out a cry, making Aegon step back in shock.
It wasn't long until they were on either side of one of the dummies when the white haired prince pushed it towards his nephew, making him take a few steps back before it fell on him.
Harwin points a finger at Aegon. "Foul play."
"I'll deal with him." Criston assures.
Either of the men went to the boys, Criston roughly grabbing the collar of Aegon's armor while Harwin did the same with Jacaerys, just more softly than the other man. The sound of their voices could be heard and when Criston looked back over at the father and son, Harwin had a soft grip on Jacaerys chin as the prince nodded and smiled at the older man, listening to his words.
Aegon clenched his jaw, his cries being heard as they were back to fighting, the occasional sounds of Criston's instructions that turned into a shout as Aegon sent a foot against his nephew's chest, sending him down to the ground. Aegon continued swinging his sword around, listening to the guard. Seeing that Criston wasn't gonna stop it, Harwin was quick to grab ahold of Aegon's sword, stopping the fight while shoving the older prince away, sending him to the ground.
Just above on the balcony, King Viserys I Targaryen had been watching as his grandsons and sons were fighting. Y/n rushes to her little brother, helping him up with Lucerys by their side.
"You dare put hands on me?" Aegon screams.
"Aegon!" Viserys calls out in a scolding tone.
"You forget yourself, Strong. That is the prince." Criston reminds.
"This is what you teach, Cole?" Harwin questions, ignoring his words while he grabbed the swords that each of the boys dropped to the ground. "Cruelty to the weaker opponent?"
"Your interest in the princeling's training is quite unusual, Commander. Most men would only have that kind of devotion toward a cousin... or a brother... or a son." Criston comments in thought.
This finally seemed to be the last straw for Harwin as he dropped the swords, spinning around and roughly punching the guard in the face. This seemed to surprise everyone in the training ground's, including the children as they stumbled back. Keeping her brothers close, Y/n clutched the sleeve of Aemond's shirt while they watched with wide eyes. Criston collapsed to the ground, but Harwin didn't seem to be done yet as he climbed on top of him to continue his assault.
After a couple seconds, two guards rushed over and grabbed ahold of the Strong man, a few more having to rush over to keep the man back from the kingsguard, all while Harwin continued to scream at him to say those words again. Still laying on the ground, Criston smiled as if he had succeeded something before spitting the blood that laid in his mouth out, having a very strong hunch about the relationship between Ser Harwin Strong and the Velaryon children.
