BROKEN CHAINS Rhaenyra Targaryen & Daemon Targaryen

. c h a p t e r o n e .

. Chapter One Peace Treaty .

. " kid, get off the ground, spit your blood
and bare your teeth. Go down savage, go
down fighting " .

"Again!". His rough voice fills the courtyard.

It was eldest daughter vs father, the only pair that matched one another's skill set. Turquoise meet turquoise as they lift their swords once again, both were exhausted.

Her arms shaky as her muscles spasm and scream at her to stop. Theron, had been training her relentlessly for the past week, since sun up, to sun down.

Makaria was use to harsh training, since she could hold a weapon her father had been personally training her. Unlike her half siblings who all had their own trainers base off of their skill set.

Clash their swords bang together as they swung, spinning out of it, Makaria charged, and so their fight began.

Hit after hit, swing, after swing, the two kept fighting, Makaria sneers when her father knocks her sword out of her hands sending it flying to the ground. He kicks her stomach, knocking her to the ground she hisses, not out of pain, but frustration.

The tip of his sword presses tightly against her throat, cutting into her flesh, her eyes hardened. Using her position on the ground, she swings her foot up, successfully kicking him in the knee.

Rolling out of the way as his sword swings towards her as he falls. she quickly stands. Pulling her dagger from its holster on her waist she charges at him, swinging as he moves to stand.

Theron drops his sword using his hands to block her swings by hitting her wrists, each swing she grows more frustrated. Theron takes notice, scowling at her he pushes her away, grabbing her neck and wrist he stops her when she swings again. They stare at each other for a few seconds before her father lifts her up and slams her into the ground.

A muffled gasp leaves her lips as the wind is knocked out of her, her eyes squeeze shut and Theron lifts her wrist before banging it against the ground watching as she lets go of her dagger.

"I trained you better than this". He growls, pushing off of her he ignores her coughing fit.

"A warrior quick to anger is no warrior. You are a disappointment to our family". He turns his nose up at her, his own eyes flickering between stoic and anger.

"Get up!". He barks, picking up his swords and hers, he throws it at her.

Glaring, he watches as she slowly stands, with shaky hands she picks up her dagger and sword. Breathing heavily she meet his glare through hooded eyes, readying herself she nods.

He charges, and their swords meet once again, a fire igniting in her eyes and she yells, pushing against him with her newfound strength. she keeps pushing, swinging her sword against his, she manages to back him up.

Theron smirks viciously. "Good". He thinks to himself, blocking a fatal blow from her sword, pushing back he clenches his jaw when the tip of her sword cuts his cheek.

They both stop simultaneously, their swords pointed at one another as they pant. Sweat dripping from both of them, as trickles of blood from their wounds follow.