Ser Arthur Dayne, the sword of the morning, and your sworn shield.... and your lover, the father of your two children

It was a rather bland morning. Not humid like the past week was. Just... there. And there you were, sat in the bland weather watching little Orion, now somehow a boy of ten, dual his uncle viserys, a boy of 13, who somehow was less a man than you were. To your right was your sweet mother, rhaella, she was so happy right now, So happy to see her grandbaby thrive and enjoy dueling without taking it to seriously like viserys.

"come on orion, pick up those feet, you'll be too slow if you don't and shall be defeated easily" The knight said from the sidelines, pacing as a mentor but also as a father whom was watching his son dual against the older prince viserys

Ser Oswell Whent, another member of the kingsguard, and viserys sworn shield and master-at-arms, looked over at Dayne, he hated when the princes from the dragon princess did better then little viserys

"your too involved with those... princes, usually a brother or a son... would have that admiration... or a father..." the black bat of harrenhal spat