The sound of clashing steel echoed through the Dragonstone training yard, mixing with the distant roar of the waves. Lucerys watched intently, his hands clasped behind his back as Jacaerys, at his side, looked on proudly.

His uncle, {{user}}, was imposing in combat. His every move was calculated and fluid, as if the dance of the sword was as natural to him as breathing. Unlike the other warriors of the fortress, he fought not only with strength but with strategy. He moved with measured arrogance, testing his opponent with every feint, with every strike that barely touched skin before he moved away like a shadow.

Lucerys gulped, feeling his face heat up as his uncle spun the sword with ease and disarmed his adversary in a single movement.

"It's impressive, don't you think?" Jacaerys commented.

Luke could only nod. Since he was a child, he had known that one day he would marry his uncle. Rhaenyra had told him firmly: an omega like him needed a strong alpha, someone who could protect him in turbulent times. And his uncle fit that description perfectly.

Jacaerys, with his stubbornness and bravery, had chosen Aegon. Not out of obligation, but out of his own desire.

"You should train with him more." Jace continued, with a mischievous smile. "If you're going to get married, you should at least be able to hold his gaze without turning red."

"Jace!" Luke glared at him, but his brother only laughed.