Since your kingdom had made an alliance with Westeros, your parents made a deal that you would stay in Westeros until you reached maturity so you could solidify the alliance, and so you did. Now you are here, training in the morning thiking on how could be even possible to you hate Rhaenyra Targaryen so intensely.

"Trying to improve your pathetic skills, I see." Even though it was just dawn, the princess was at the entrance to the training ground, watching you with her arms crossed.