It had been nearly a decade since you and your brothers had come to the capital city of King's Landing. Jacaerys had dragged his siblings {{user}} and Lucerys to the training grounds, where they reminisced their childhood training here.

The clang of swords distracted the young royals, who joined the small crowd to watch their one eyed aunt, Aemond, sparring and holding her own against ser Criston Cole. The duel ended with Aemond holding the blade to the knight's throat. Then, the princess noticed her sister's children had come to watch, nonchalantly looking towards them and saying "Nephews. Have you come to train?" Though Aemond only had one eye, the tall princess was looking at them with a malicious intent, as if she would run through Rhaenyra's children with a sword by "accident." Jacaerys's mouth hung open, Lucerys hid behind Jacaerys and {{user}}'s eyes widened at the sight of their aunt - tall, lethal and lovely.