Dark Sister

-A Visit to Casterly Rock-

-A Visit to Casterly Rock-

276 AC
Lannisport

The King, his two eldest children, and the whole court had arrived at Casterly Rock two days ago. They were there to honor the birth of the King's third child, Prince Viserys Targaryen who had been born immediately before the royal journey to the West.

Aerys had ordered his daughter to stay out of his way and do what she pleased. Valyria wore a black overshirt with red sleeves and black pants, and her silver hair was pulled into a bun, that was slowly coming out the more she moved. Valyria was to be accompanied by Ser Barristan, but she raced through the halls of Casterly Rock toward the tourney grounds, leaving the elder knight to hopelessly chase after the eight-year-old Princess; all the while she giggled as she kept the gap between them. Once they made it to the tourney grounds, Valyria raced towards where other Kingsguard members were standing along the fence as other jousters practiced. Strong arms grabbed her waist pulling her up into the air, she was met with the smiling face of her brother. "Rhaegar!" she frowned, "You shouldn't do that to Ser Barristan, zaldrītsos." The Dragon Prince scolded, placing Valyria back on the ground. "I know, but it was fun," she said smiling, "You know most people would frown upon a little princess running through the halls and exploring the tourney grounds." he said jokingly, Valyria narrowed her eyes at Rhaegar, "Nyke hope ao ropagon hen aōha anne hemtubis," she said, Ser Arthur Dayne laughed at the comment, being one of a few Kingsguard to understand High Valyrian. "I will try my best, my Princess, to accomplish this task." the Dornish knight said while smiling at Rhaegar.

Soon she was exploring the tourney grounds by herself, but she stayed close enough where Rhaegar or another Kingsguard could always see her. Not that she really needed protection she could beat most boys her age in a swordfight. She had started learning two years prior after she made it known she wished to learn the ways of swordsmanship.

She heard voices and peaked around a tourney tent, though no one was there. When she turned around again, she saw two squires, who must have been no older than fourteen, blocking her path. "Looks like this little lady is wandering where she ain't supposed to be." one with moppy black hair said. "I'm not a lady! She said, angrily, reaching for her sword. The two squires laughed hysterically, one with brown hair pulled out his sword; it had a blunted edge, but a good swing could still do some damage. The first one shoved her, causing Valyria to fall off balance and onto the ground. "Why don't you pick on someone your own size." a voice growled, the two boys turned around to see the young Jaime Lannister. The squire's eyes widened, they looked back to Valyria and ran.

Jaime extended a hand to the Princess, but Valyria stood up by herself, dusting off her tunic and breeches. "Are you alright, Princess?" the Lannister boy questioned, "Yes, thank you for your help." Valyria was a bit disappointed that she didn't get to fight the squires but she supposed it was for the best. "Jaime?" both of them turned to see Cersei Lannister approach them. When both twins stood next to each other, Valyria was shocked at how similar they looked, both had the same golden blonde soft curls and cat-like emerald eyes. "Princess Valyria," Cersei said curtseying, though her tone held a small bit of jealousy. "What are you doing here Jaime?" she questioned, "I was helping Princess Valyria, some squires were fighting with her," he said as if trying to impress his sister. "You know I could have handled them myself." Valyria huffed out. The twins looked at her confused, "I've been learning how to fight for two years." Jaime smiled to himself, he slowly stalked over to the Dragon Princess "I've been learning how to fight since I could pick up a sword . . . shouldn't a princess like you, be wearing pretty dresses and learning to sing and sew." Jaime flashed a smirk, that Valyria assumed was meant to try and charm her. Valyria glared at the Lannister boy, "Is that smile supposed to make me swoon like all the other ladies? What makes you think I'm like most girls? And for your information, I am being trained by my father's Kingsguard and my brother. You may have more years than me, but I have better teachers." Valyria spoke, anger filling her voice. She turned on her heel and ran back towards where Rhaegar, Ser Arthur, and Ser Barristan were, tears filling her eyes.

Rhaegar watched as Valyria ran towards them, before veering off and ducking underneath one of the stands. Arthur had just finished telling a story when he and Rhaegar got drunk after a tourney and attempted to ride on their horses around the tourney grounds. Ser Barristan chuckled, while Arthur was laughing hysterically, Rhaegar continued to stare off to where Valyria ran to. A hand on his shoulder drew him back, "Weren't those fun times Rhaegar?" Arthur said to his friend, the Dragon Prince put up a fake smile and nodded, "Excuse me." Rhaegar walked off to find Valyria, leaving Arthur and Barristan confused.

When Valyria made it underneath the stands she sank to the ground and cried. "Skoros iksis pirta zaldrītsos?" Rhaegar said, making Valyria jump, "Vestas nyke should sagon iā riña, gūrēñagon naejot ñepegon se vāedagon." Rhaegar sighed and sat down next to his little sister. "Qilōni gōntan?" "Jaime Lannister." At first, this surprised Rhaegar, he assumed Lord Tywin would have taught his son better, then again, Jaime was a Lannister, and they think they own everything. "Daor, iksā Valyria hen Targārien Lentor, Visenya sigligon. Iksā naejot sagon iā vīlībāzmio." Valyria smiled at Rhaegar and leaned her head on his shoulder. "Māzigon nyke'll spar lēda ao." The Dragon Princess smiled and Rhaegar pulled her to her feet. The two spent the rest of the day sparing and listening to Ser Arthur tell more wild tales.

Translations:
Zaldrītsos - Little Dragon.
Nyke hope ao ropagon hen aōha anne hemtubis. - I hope you fall off of your horse tomorrow.
Skoros iksis pirta zaldrītsos? - What is wrong, Little Dragon?
Vestas nyke should sagon iā riña, gūrēñagon naejot ñepegon se vāedagon. - He said I should be a lady, learn to sew and sing.
"Qilōni gōntan?" - Who did?
Daor, iksā Valyria hen Targārien Lentor, Visenya sigligon. Iksā naejot sagon iā vīlībāzmio. - No, you are Valyria of the house Targaryen, Visenya reborn. You are to be a warrior.
Māzigon nyke'll spar lēda ao. - Come, I'll spar with you.