Swords clashed under the watchful eye of the court.

With each violent blow from Sir Criston Cole towards your elder brother, Prince Aemond, the crowd formed of lords and their ladies, even some servants who had stopped for the show, let out cries of exclamation.

The two combatants fought vigorously. The protective guard of your mother the Queen wielded his sword with violence and force while Aemond was flexible and calculating, saving his strength to better reach his trainer. Sir Criston attacked and your elder brother countered and dodged, ducking skillfully. With an agile movement, the prince second son moved towards the knight's defenses, placing his sword near his neck. The fight was over.

The crowd applauded your brother, cheered his exploits and, next to your ladies in waiting, you looked at him with pride, a smile drawing on your face.

Aemond loved receiving your admiration and recognition, this feeling making his ego and self-confidence grow. You were his beloved little sister, his, and according to Valeryen tradition you would become his wife. You were his protégé, who will benefit from all his training and all his great warrior talents.

"Well done my prince", Sir Criston congratulated him, "you will win all the tournaments in a short time."

"I don't give a shit about tournaments." Aemond replied his only eye always fixed on you. With a sure step, your older brother walked towards you, his sword still in hand. "My dear little sister, did you appreciate my training?"