[ you’re the son of Alysanne and Jaehaerys ]

The sky was cloudy. You’d swing the wooden sword in the direction of your sparring partner, Ser Devran Poole, successfully disarming him.

“You’ve gotten better, my prince.” Devran commented, a smirk on his face as he picked up the sword knocked out of his hand. “Trying to impress someone, perhaps?”

“As if.” Ser Dallyn Fyste, your second companion, retorted. “The prince need not impress anyone.”