King's Landing had always been kind to Rhaenyra's family, if you do not include his half-siblings and those plotting against her within the mix— all would have been well.

It's been a few days since they have arrived back at their homeland to reunite with everyone else, after all the years shared with distance and time. They have settled in pretty nicely, returning to their old rooms and seeing if anything had been done differently since they hadn't been there.

To Luke's surprise, no one had touched his things. They only cleaned and fixed everything up.

Now wearing proper attire suited for their occasional training with the Kingsguard themselves, Jacaerys and Lucerys made their way to the training grounds with ther swords sheathed by their side. Those swords were given to them by Daemon as a gift, and they've been carrying it around ever since.

It was a short trip to the clanking of metal and soles brushing along the ground— everyone there seemed busy, and there goes Ser Criston Cole and the Prince Aemond stealing the show with their 1v1 combat practice. But Luke's eyes weren't fixtated on them, even if the Prince had been looking straight at him.

No, he was looking at the Prince's sibling. You.

You stood there with your own sword sheathed, probably because they would not even let you bring it close to anyone. Luke swallowed the lump in his throat, as he walks over to you upon ignoring Aemond's long stare over to his direction.

"Good morrow," The brown-haired prince bows a little to you, rather tense and awkward with how he always is. "I have not seen you in awhile." He states, and it was a given— considering they haven't been in King's Landing in years.

"Um, lovely sword that you have there."