After the night in the brothel Rhaenyra is married to Laenor Velayron to protect the birth of her child. who in the years to follow is the only one of Rhaenyra's children that is believed to be his, she is loved by all in the red keep, even queen Al...
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Aemond was a lean and agile man. He was fast and swift, his movements sure and strong. watching him train was possible the most attractive thing she had ever seen. He was quick on his feat, using his height and lack of body mass to his advantage. deftly missing blows from Ser Cristian morning star, he was quick, missing all hits and when they did get near he was quick to defend, his sword acting as of a mere extension of his hand. His attacks were fast, unpredictable unlike Cristions. Though the night had the body mass, strength and battle experience is was clear Aemond outmatched him. Their duel however was not a dull one. Cristian was a good enough swordsman to defend himself against Aemonds attacks but a swift quick in his chest and he was down i the ground. one would think having trained Aemond he would be able to beat him, but it seemed as if her husband was a mere natural with the way he moved, and his own skill was fast to overcome his trainer.
"we'll done my love" Visneya shouted walking across the courtyard to approach her husband.
From hearing this Aemonds serious and proud smirk turn into a joyful grin.
"my sapphire, have you come here to train?" he asked, Visneya had scarcely been in the courtyard in her four moons of being in kings landing. Aemond did it think she had been training, though he had heard of her skill, he had jet to witness it. And today she had forgone her usual dress and was instead in a tunic and breeches. He had hoped to see his wife in action.
"yes, it has been to long" she remarked, it had been she wasn't too sure why she stopped but she had decided her break from tarantino had gone on too long, and how better to get back into it by knocking Ser Cristion Cole to the ground.
Cristian scoffed "all woman are made in the image of the mother" he remarked, receiving disproving halted for the husband and wife "woman should not worry about battle or swordplay, it is for men"
"i have to disagreed, Ser Criston" Visneya spoke "yes, woman may be made in the image of the mother, meaning most woman do face batttle. the battle of childbirth. which can be more despised than what a man seems battle. why should i not learn the art of a man's battle, i could at least control the odd of being killed in that battle " she remarked, stupid Cristion, he has no right to stop her.
"But princess-" Criston started before Visenya interrupted
"come now Criston, duel with me" she demanded
" i do not wish to hurt you"
" you won't"
See criston picked up his morning star once again, and moved into his stance. Visneya had been gifted a Valaryian steel sword by her father, Daemon, for her wedding. He still promised her dark sister, but wanted her to have her own Valyarian steel first. so she has something of the home of their ancestors. she had named her sword Deaths shadow. a fine name Daemon had declared it, meant to i still fear. when they were both in position it was clear Criston was going to take it easy. idiot.
