Targaryens are known to have queer costumes, an unusual tradition in which the brother and sister wed each other in order to secure the line of succession as pure as possible. Well, it is not always the Targaryens that have such habits, who says tha...
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~129 A.C~
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DRAGONSTONE The sound of clashing steel rang through the air, echoing between the towering black rocks that enclosed the training yard on the beach of Dragonstone.
Jacaerys Velaryon moved swiftly, his blade meeting Ser Lorent's with force. The Kingsguard parried his strike, stepping back to reposition himself, but Jace was quicker—he lunged forward, bringing his sword down in a sharp arc.
Ser Lorent barely dodged it. "Faster," he grunted. "Again."
Jace nodded, rolling his shoulders before stepping in to attack once more.
The salt-heavy wind whipped around them, stirring Jace's loose curls, sweat glistening on his brow as he focused on the movements of his opponent. His muscles burned, but he welcomed the challenge.
Then—he heard the sound of footsteps approaching from the cliffs above.
His gaze flickered away for the briefest moment.
Vellena.
She was making her way down to the beach, her steps steady against the uneven terrain. She wore a fitted black riding suit, its fabric sleek and practical, laced at the front with silver embroidery in the shape of dragons. Her silver-white hair was plaited into an intricate braid with two loosed locks on her front, and strapped to her back was a bow, a book, and a quiver of arrows.
Jace almost lost his footing.
"Distracted, my Prince?" Ser Lorent smirked, striking out with his blade.
Jace barely managed to parry in time. "Shit—"
Ser Lorent's blow was firm enough to make Jace stagger back. With a sigh, the knight lowered his sword. "We will continue when your mind is focused." Then he made his way up to the cliffs toward the castle.
Jace muttered a curse under his breath, but he barely listened. His eyes followed Vellena as she made her way toward one of the stone tables near the training yard.
She set down her things, flipping open her book. Her delicate fingers trailed over the pages, scanning the instructions written within.
