in which rhaelle targaryen finds solace in a certain dark haired prince in order to escape her estranged family- and her own mind.
act i.
fem!oc x jacaerys velaryon
act ii.
fem!oc x jacaerys velaryon x baela targaryen
started: august 11, 2024
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Rhaelle didn't really have any interest in swordplay. Her brothers and nephews participated in lessons with Ser Criston and Ser Harwin, but she herself had no interest in it, like a woman- a princess would be allowed to train with boys.
But, today she was encouraged to sit with her father and watch the boy's train. Chairs were brought out for the King and his daughter, where they both sat for hours it seemed. Rhaelle brought another piece of embroidery with her to keep her occupied.
The King watched his sons and grandsons, amusedly.
Ser Criston gave the boys instructions on their form, and Viserys smiled.
Lyonel Strong, Hand to the King stood behind the King as he also watched the young princes train. "This is the stuff, Lyonel. Lads that learn together, train together... knock each other down, pick each other up. They will certainly form a lifelong bond, wouldn't you agree?"
Rhaelle pulled the blanket draped over her legs higher as the cold air nipped at her ears.
"That is the hope, Your Grace."
Rhaelle picked her head up from her embroidery just as her brothers sparred with Ser Criston. The man easily blocks and evades the princes and he pushes them both away with ease.
She watches as Ser Harwin talks with her nephews, which grants him a dirty look from Ser Criston. "It seems the younger boys could do better with a bit of your attention... Ser Criston."
Rhaelle could tell that irked Criston the wrong way. "You question my method of instruction, ser?"
"Oh, I merely suggest that method be applied to all your pupils."
The boys regroup and they're easily distinguishable by their contrast of color. Aegon pushes Lucerys away from him harshly. "Very well. Jacaerys... come here."
Criston grabs the metal plate on Jace's chest and drags him over to another part of the courtyard. "You spar with Aegon."
The boys chuckle.
Rhaelle's brows furrow. It confused her why Ser Criston treated her brothers much better than her nephews, considering they were of the same rank. In Rhaelle's mind she thought it had to do with how he treats Rhaenyra: harshly as well.
"Eldest son against eldest son."
"It's hardly a fair match." Ser Harwin walks around the yard.
"I know you've never seen true battle, ser, but when steel is drawn, a fair match isn't something anyone should expect." Criston said harshly.
The two boys stood across from the other, and the difference in emotions surrounding the young princes was very easily detected. Jacaerys was uneasy and nervous about his match, and Aegon was confident and cocky, he was sure he was going to win the match.
