Burning Love: Daemon Targaryen x Laena Velaryon

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"This is the stuff Otto's boys are learning and training together. Knock each other down, then pick each other up, and you'll certainly form a long-term friendship," Viserys said, smiling up at his hand and friend as his 'favorite' daughter approached the balcony with Aemma and Jasper, who quickly settled in Otto's arms who was happy to hold his 'grandson'.

"That is the goal, your grace," he said, greeting the princess with a bow.

"Hi grandfather, one and two," Aemma greeted, kissing both men's cheeks, making them smile and greet her back as Marcella looked over the children, rubbing her stomach.

"Soften your knees and keep your feet light," Criston advised Aemond as the young prince hit the hay dummy with a wooden sword.

"Don't stand too upright, my prince; you'll get knocked down," Criston advised Aemond before noticing Aegon stopped his attempt on the hay dummy and was gazing at a few ladies, making him chuckle as the young prince who had become more aware of the other sex.

"Aegon," he called, raising a brow at the prince, who smiled sheepishly, opening his arms wide as Ser Harwin Strong, the commander of the city watch, entered the training yard.

"I've won my first bout, Ser Criston. My opponent sues for mercy," the prince joked, making the man smirk.

"Then you'll have a new opponent, my lord of straw; let's see if you can touch me, you and your brother," he said, making Aegon nod.

"Um, which brother?" Aegon questioned, pointing his sword at the five boys who stood waiting, making the knight roll his eyes.

"The only brother you have is Aemond." The knight snapped. He saw the prince's actions as disrespectful to his queen. He hated the boys, who were not the queens. He hated Rhaenyra and Marcella because, to him, they had no honor or sense of responsibility and were spiled with bitches and whores.

"I don't like him," Marcella grumbled, glaring at the dornish knight for his tone and words, making her father hum, knowing how she felt for the man.

"I have six brothers and three nephews, Ser, but I will fight you with Aemond." Aegon spat, glaring at the man.

"Right, let's get on with it," Criston said before engaging in a fight with the two brothers.

"I heard about the prank that was pulled on Aemond," Viserys stated, catching Marcella's attention, who was watching the fight.

"Yes, I dealt with it and gave a fair consequence, and they have apologized and have been forgiven."

"good"

"Ahh, weapon's up, boys; give your enemies no quarter," Harwin told the Velaryon boys, who were truly his, as they watched their uncles fight the knight.

"It seems the younger boys could do better with a bit of your attention, Ser Criston," Harwin told the knight, noticing the look the man gave him.

"You question my method of instruction, Ser?"

"You merely suggested that the method be applied to all your pupils." Harwin countered as Aegon pushed Luke playfully, making the boy smile and try to push him back.

"Very well," Criston agreed, nodding his head as he did.

"Jacaerys," the knight said, grabbing the prince and dragging him into the middle of the open area, making Marcella tense up and not liking the rough movements. Jace was her nephew and a prince.

"Aegon, here, eldest son against eldest son," he added as Aemond and Aegon laughed, knowing Jace would fail, while Baelon and Rhaegar just rolled their eyes as Jace looked at Harwin and panicked.