Elysian

5

"What happened?" Drogo inquired his sister as she read a book in her tent, Drogo seating behind her braiding her hair, "Nothing I didn't take care of brother." Reyna replied, her eyes scanning the letters on a page of a book that she had borrowed from her sister-in-law, "I wish to know." Drogo insisted, "I said it was nothing I didn't take care of." Reyna replied in a final tone making her older brother sigh at her stubbornness and quickly finish braiding her hair.

"I'm going to train, will you be joining me?" the Khal inquired, "Not today, Jorah the Andal is going to teach me the Westerosi way of fighting." The Khaleesi replied earning an eye roll from her older brother. Reyna knew that her brother didn't approve of her training the Westerosi way, but she knew her brother knew that nothing he could say or do would stop her from training and learning.

Which she did the second she finished reading the book, she stood up and walked to the area Ser Jorah Mormont awaited her, holding two swords, his and one that had been gifted to the older Khaleesi on her brother's wedding, a sword that represented her  sister-in-law's birth family and their allegiance, dragons on the handle and the sword was valerian steel.

"Are you ready Khaleesi?" Ser Jorah inquires, extending Reyna's sword to her, "Yes, although my brother does not seem too happy with this training." Reyna replied, testing the sword's handle and the swinging it around a bit to test its speed and feeling, "I would believe he wouldn't, the Dothraki believe that they will never cross the narrow sea." Ser Jorah replied, looking at the dark-haired Khaleesi.

"We do not, but my brother and I have promised the beggar king his army and crown." Reyna laughed before copying Ser Jorah's footwork, Ser Jorah nodded at the dark-haired Khaleesi and began their training. Their swords clashed, it seemed that the two were in a complicated dance in which only their swords could touch, it was the first time that she had tried fighting the Westerosi way and to no one's surprise, she was actually pretty fantastic, almost as if she had been doing it all her life.

Many had joined around to see Jorah and Reyna train and everyone was marveled, Reyna had been able to slightly maim her adviser a few times while Jorah, who had been more experienced than her, had hurt her a few more times, and those were the moments that Drogo, who had also been watching, wished he could fight against Jorah and kill him for hurting his little sister, that was until a few seconds later he remembered that it was only training and that his little sister could handle herself.

It ended when Jorah disarmed Reyna and had his sword to her neck, "You did well Khaleesi." Jorah stated, pulling his sword back, "For your first try you did very well." Reyna picked up her new sword and placed it on her belt, "I will do better next time." she pressed, both their wounds were extremely superficial, but it didn't stop the handmaidens from fussing over her. Jorah nodded at his dark-haired Khaleesi as she was dragged away, away to the tent that Daenerys Targaryen was in, a small shocked yet happy smile on her face, a smile that faded when she saw Reyna's minor wounds.

"What happened?" she inquired, standing up and leaving the braid half done fall and mix with the remaining of her hair, "Khaleesi fight Ser Jorah and get hurt." one of the women said as they forced Reyna to sit down, "Why were you fighting Ser Jorah?" Daenerys pressed, kneeling in front of Reyna worriedly, "We were training. He was teasing me the Westerosi way of fighting." Reyna explained before a cold and damp cloth was pressed against her left arm making her hiss slightly, it didn't hurt but it stung once in contact with the water.

"Leave." The white-haired young woman ordered, taking one of the handmaiden's place at pressing the cloth against her bare arm, they did and Irri and Daenerys were left to tend to the superficial wounds. "Stop fussing I'm fine." Reyna told Irri who ignored her, "You are not fine, you are hurt." Daenerys said stubbornly, her violet eyes turning into violet embers as she glared at her sister-in-law for having gotten hurt. 

"I've had worse injuries." Reyna scoffed, slumping back against the pole in the middle of the tent, "And how you're still alive is questionable." Daenerys countered, "I'm vicious, it's either kill or be killed, and I rather kill than be killed." Reyna shot back, turning her head to her sister-in-law, "And I'd rather have you around and well that you off fighting and getting hurt." Daenerys hissed.

"You are not my mother to fuss about me!" Reyna said angrily, leaning forward, "But that doesn't mean that I don't care about you!" the Targaryen growled as she too leaned in, their faces inches apart, their breaths heavy and their different coloured eyes clashing in a silent battle.