Dragon Princess || Aegon II Targaryen

𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 3

"Slow down," the prince pleaded, struggling to keep up with his sister who was pulling him along.

"You're older, you should run faster than me!" Rhaenys teased, mocking her brother, knowing it would be enough to make him rush to beat her as if it were a competition.

What happened? Where were they heading? Well...

A few moments ago, Aegon and Aemond were training swordsmanship under the guidance of Ser Criston Cole, and saying that Aegon was bored would be an understatement.

Anything would have been better than this. Better than testing the weight of the sword, meticulously cleaning the blade, and watching his younger brother grow more arrogant with every compliment from the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard, making Alicent's eldest son roll his eyes so hard they struggled to return to normal.

Aemond was insufferable. At least, that was Aegon's opinion. The mama's boy who always did everything to fulfill mother and grandfather's wishes and aspirations. Always snitching on him and Rhaenys and feeding Helaena's strangeness. Always the know-it-all during Maester Mellos' teachings, always thinking he was entitled to the biggest and greatest dragons and everyone's respect. Aemond was insufferable, and, strangely enough, it was what drew Aegon closer to his nephew Jacaerys, as Westeros had never seen a bond as unbreakable as theirs when they teamed up to prank the boy.

To be honest, he might as well blame Rhaenys for this. His sister had clearly stolen everything interesting and fun from the womb, leaving nothing to Aemond. Not in a million years, not even if pigs started flying, Aegon would believe that those two were twins and had grown in the same womb.

Speaking of Rhaenys, she was watching them from above. From the upper floor of the courtyard, observing her brothers' train. She watched them trying to land a hit on the Lord Commander and secretly hoping they would.

The princess couldn't stand Cole. She found him arrogant, thinking he was better than everyone at everything, knew better than everyone, and was worth more than everyone. Maybe he was the older dark haired version of twin brother. Always trying to boss her around like he was her father, always scolding her when he saw Rhaenys near her nephew or her older sister. Always, always looking for some conflict with Ser Harwin Strong.

Anyway... when she caught her older brother's gaze, she laughed. A look that begged her to save him, to end his boredom, to get him out of there.

She understood him, she had shared that same feeling during her first knitting lesson that Septa Elionor had forced her to attend. She still remembered how Aegon had found a way to set the threads on fire, almost scaring the Septa to death, only to free his little sister.

It was time to do the same for him.

However, before she could even begin to think of what to do, a knight approached Ser Criston and whispered something to him, pointing to the older prince. From above, Rhaenys could only try to imagine what it was about.

Maybe he had gotten into trouble again. Maybe it was about the bugs he had stolen from Helaena and put in Aemond's bed earlier that morning. Uh... Mother certainly wouldn't let that slide.

One second later she saw Aegon suddenly drop his sword on the ground and start running.

Was something wrong? Did he need help?

Aegon ran toward the stairs leading up to where Rhaenys stood, and as he got closer, she could clearly see a smile on her brother's face, making her excited to hear the unknown news.

He simply grabbed his sister's hand, and pulled her along without even giving an explanation. Although Rhaenys didn't resist, and just followed her brother, trying not to trip, she wondered if what was happening made him this excited.