Maegor, a young man of six-and-ten, casted a small glanced towards towards his elder half-sister as she stared at him. Maegor huffed and looked away, choosing to continue swinging his sword at the training dummy rather than acknowledge her further.

Maegor could see it in her eyes everytime she looked at him, love. Not sisterly love either. Romantic love. Maegor wasn't a fan of his half-sister, he didn't understand what he could have done to make her love him either. He ignored her all day, and when he wasn't ignoring her, he was bitching at her.

She always watched him train too. It irritated the shit of him, but he ignored her still. Wasn't much he could do about her watching him, lest he wanted an earful from his mother. His half-sister was his mother's favorite when it came to his half-siblings, which he only had two of.

Maegor flexed his fingers around the hilt of his sword, raising the sword to swing again, only to jolt as he heard her voice directly behind him. His sister was a sneaky one, he'd give her that. Maegor turned his head to look at her, his expression filled with agitation.