Small feet could be heard against the floor as Rhys made his way through the halls and up the stairs. He was on his way to see his father, A book that was the size of his small chest was wrapped in his arms.
He had just escaped his grandfather's grasp, The man was set on Rhys sitting still and learning about all the houses and their lords. It was boring and his fingers ached from all the page flipping and writing.
Otto got tired of the boy after the fifth huff, And he told him to go to his mother.
And as much as he loved her, She was mean. Especially when he didn't finish his work or when he was a headache towards his grandfather.
She was always yelling at him and telling him he needed to be a proper scholar, A prince needed to be a scholar, and a smart prince was a good one.
Rhys wasn't stating he disagreed with her, He never disagreed with his mother. In his eyes, she was the most brilliant woman to ever exist. But it was hard to sit there for hours and read then write and he was supposed to remember all of the house banners and their slogans.
It was too much for him, His mind always hurt when he would finish and it would hurt till it was time for bed, But by the time he woke up from his sleep, The process repeated itself.
This was one of the reasons why he was on his way to his father's chambers, He wanted to see if there was a better way to learn.
The second reason was childish, But he just wanted to see his father.
The book was heavy in his arms as he climbed the stairs, Why did this place even need so many stairs? Why couldn't it just be one floor?
He probably had learned the reason why while reading, But he couldn't remember half the things he wrote, he would just ask his father and get the answer again.
He finally made it to the top of the stairs. He looked behind him, The stairs looked like they never ended, They just went on and on.
But we all know that isn't true.
"Having a good day?" A voice asked beside him, He looked over at the voice.
He recognized her, She usually came from his sister's room, Septa. Her septa.
That's what they were called.
Rhys nodded, "Yes." He looked around, He didn't see Helaena's familiar blue dress. "Are you on the way to see my sister?"
She nodded, "Yes, I am." A smile was stretched on her face. "Are you on the way to see someone?"
Rhys began walking, The septa walking with him. He nodded, "Father."
A hum left her mouth, Her hands were folded behind her. "Before he leaves?"
Rhys face scrunchs up, 'before he leaves?' Where is he going? Mother didn't say anything about father leaving, nor did grandfather.
He was just with Father yesterday, Why wouldn't he tell him? Rhys loved going on boats with him, Yes he's mother was stressed by these little voyages. But she usually was calm once more when Rhys was back on land.
Rhys loved the sea and that was why his father took him along so much, the small child enjoyed being on a boat and watching the waves.
It was how he got the nickname 'little sailor' from his father.
"Where is he going?" He adjusted his grip on the history book.
The septa looked down at him, Her face contorted into a look of confusion. Her lips pursed. "Your sister's naming day is soon."
