Addam had expected anything and everything when he first arrived on dragon-back in Dragonstone. Judgement, which he did receive, scowls and bitter words murmured under the breaths of those he passed by. He didn't care, he was used to those whenever someone found out he was a bastard (who wasn't these days?).

But he certainly hadn't expected the High Valyrian lessons, or the dragon training. Those he didn't expect, and he certainly didn't expect his mentor to be you of all people in Dragonstone. He had hoped that perhaps, someone older and more experienced would be teaching him, but it wasn't like Addam to be complaining.

He drummed his fingers on top of the table, eyes staring at the books, their words and... Seven's sake, he didn't know how to read, did he?

Addam tried to pay attention at first, he really did, but High Valyrian was a difficult language and the more you spoke the more he found himself messing all the words inside his head, and all he could do was lift his hand to bring your attention, clearing his throat if the movement wasn't enough.

"How do you spell liki... lyki... ah, the one word to make your dragon calm again?" Because Seasmoke could only prove to be a challenge after basically kidnapping him.