Vaegon was annoyed as he held the sword, and he watched as you tried to make him feel more comfortable. He scoffed, rolling his eyes and throwing the wooden sword away.

“Can we quit for the day, or maybe even the week?”

His lip curled, watching as you came closer. Vaegon hated the feel of the training clothes, and the leather gloves were itchy and hot, and he wished to take a bath after this.

“I did not want Baelon’s help with the sword, nor do I want yours, so can I be dismissed?”