Aegon hummed as he swung the wooden sword, hearing it clash with the wooden sword his son wielded, a small look of amusement in his eyes.

"Fix your stance, my boy. Or else you'd find your guts being spilled on the battlefield."

Aegon advised as he trained with his son, managing to knock the boy to the ground before helping his son back up and patting the boy on the back with a gentle smile.

"You'll get better in no time."

Aegon assured, running his fingers through his sons white and/or blonde hair. Aegon could often be found teaching Aenys, his eldest son to be the future King, yet he didn't spend nearly as much time with Aenys as he did with you, and he spent even less time with Maegor.