Led By Fiery Passion { Aemond Targaryen}

Part 16

Putting on her new riding leathers Baela gifted her, Aenyra braids her hair into a traditional battle braid as she leaves her chambers to make her way to the beach where she knows Daemon was already waiting for her.
Feeling the sunshine on her face she felt like today was going to be a pretty great day.

"Ready, little Dragon?" Daemon asks her the moment she was a couple of feet from him.

"Ready as always!" Daemon throws her the dull edged sword as Aenyra catches it with effortlessly. "Getting right into it are we, No laps today?"She ask pressing her lips together.

"No, today we truly test what you're capable of, no more going easy."

Wow! You were going easy, that's would've been nice to know.
Then no holding back!

Aenyra and Daemon stood facing each other with their swords in hand as the clang of metal suddenly filled the air as they circled one another, their movements fluid and precise.
Daemons eyes were determined and focused while Aenyra's was unwavering and fierce.

As they clashed swords their blade sparking with each strike, it was clear to see the bond that had formed between them as they moved as one, anticipating each others  moves with a kind of  instinctual grace that came from years of  shared training.

Today was different than the others, she felt it in her bones that today she would finally best him in a duel.

Fueling her movements with determination and strength, with each strike she pushed her father back. Daemon's face a mask of surprise and pride as he watched his daughter fight with such skill and tenacity, but there was a hint of alarm knowing he was being bested by his own flesh and blood.

As they continued to clash, Aenyra's movements grew faster and more aggressive her sword flashing with the suns light she fights with furry as she suddenly disarms him sending his sword into the sand.

Daemon stood there, stunned and breathless as Aenyra stood before him, her chest heaving with exertion but a victorious smile in her face. She had done it. She had finally defeated her father in combat.

A mix of emotions spread over Daemon's face - pride, humility and a hint of sadness. He new this day would come when his daughter would surpass him in skills and prowess, but he never expected it to happen this soon.
As he looked in Aenyra's eyes, he saw the fierce determination and strength that dwelled within her. She was not only his daughter she was now a fierce warrior in her own right. A force to be reckon with.

Giving Aenyra a proud smile he starts walking off towards the castle.
"Follow me."

Jogging her way to catch up with the distance between them she follows him back into the castle down the long dreary halls into the weapon room as Daemon removes a big black cloth.

Aenyra stood frozen in shock as she gazed upon the magnificent Valyrian swords spear her father handed to her. The weapon was a sight to behold, with a skinny black handle was adorned with small sapphire stones that sparkled like a star in the nights sky.
Tears welled in Aenyra's eyes as she realized the significance of the gift. Valyrian swords were legendary weapons, forged with magic and skill unraveled by any other. They were said to be imbued with power of the ancient Valyrian dragons, capable of cutting through steel like butter.

As Aenyra runs her fingers along the smooth metal of the spear she felt a surge of emotions course through her, gratitude towards her father for the thoughtful gift and the years of hard training and awe at the beauty and power of the weapon. She silently vowed to continue to train tirelessly, to master the art of combat and to become an even greater warrior than Visenya herself.

"I had this made a while ago for the day you would beat me in a duel, it's been waiting for you. Go on test it out." Daemon said as he stepped back a few feet.

You don't have to tell me twice!

Aenyra  holds  the swords spear above her head test its weight as she twirls the skinny handle around her fingers. Passing it from hand to hand she goes to jab and slice in the air.
"This couldn't have been made any more perfect for me, thank you!"

"You can thank your mother to, I had to get her approval before giving it to you." 

Smiling for a moment between the sword and Daemon, Aenyra finally releases any resentment she had away as she runs into his arms for a hug.

Taken about by the sudden hug Daemons heart suddenly grew. He had longes for his and Aenyra's relationship really be something special, she was more like him than any of his other children. Something about her was special to him. Not being able to hold back Daemon wrapped his arms around her warmly as he places his hand on her head.

"Little dragon, I am..proud of you."

Aenyra couldn't believe her ears, she could tell he was by the way look of his expression and gifting her with the weapon. But to hear it with his own words brought a few unshed tears to her eyes.

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A few weeks later

Aenyra was walking little Aegon back to her parents chambers when she heard her name coming from through the door.

"it's time, Daemon.We can't keep putting this off, I allowed Aenyra to stay a little longer to train with you and I even waited until she was 10 and 5 but she needs to go to Winterfell. I already sent a raven to deliver the news of her arrival.

"Why are you rushing this, you're doing the exact thing your father did to you against your will. You see what happened there."

"My love, I'm allowing her the opportunity to get to know lord starks son, I'm not forcing her to marry but she may come to change her mind on her own. A lot can change in six moons."

They're just shipping me off, like I'm some meaningless item they can discard whenever they want!

Making her way back to Aegons room she handed him off to Elinda her mothers lady in waiting
" Princess are you okay?" Elinda asked as she takes Aegon out of Aenyra's arms. She could tell something wasn't right with Aenyra's
As her face crumbled and her bottom lip trembled.

"Excuse me , Elinda!" Aenyra says trying not cry as she darts out the room back to her chambers.