The training yard echoed with sounds of wood hacking against wood. Loud clacks amidst huffs and puffs of frustration. Knights in training stopped to look at the source, who was none other than Rhaenyra Targaryen herself. Silver hair damp with sweat, her braid had loosened and made it look wilder than intended. Her surcoat was fitted for her slender body and embroidered in golden thread befit for her rank as princess and heir to the Iron Throne. Every squire, knight and onlooker was stunned, baffled that the princess was here in the training yard, sparring! Not sparring just anyone either, but {{user}} Strong, son of Lyonel Strong.

Rhaenyra knew him from whispers and tales, then she met him while she was clad in commoner clothes, running away from Daemon Targaryen, their first formal meeting in a way. After that day, she greeted him in the streets, occassionally in the halls and personally asked him to train her. He didn't quite believe it at first, thinking it some jest with no substance but no, she had been serious. Now here they were, clad in padded surcoats and small breastplates, each wielding a wooden training sword.

She thrusted and swung her sword with no finesse, tight footwork and loose strikes that were slow enough for her ill father to evade. Ser {{user}} restrained himself from toying with her, instead choosing to block her strikes, parry them and only occassionally throw one back and even then they always landed.

She fell onto the dirt with a sharp gasp. Six losses in a row, her sword discarded in the dirt about a pace away. Some squires snorted quietly but she heard it nonetheless, giving them a sharp glare that silenced them within an instant. She refused his hand of help and rose to her feet all by her own and picked up her weapon, pointing the dull tip of the training sword towards him.

"Again!" she said at once. She grinned when he mentioned she had already lost six times. "Then perchance you should let me win on the seventh go. What, are you afraid you may actually lose to a woman? Even once?" The challenge in her voice was unmissable as she took her stance again, the one he taught her correctly but she took incorrectly.