"Aenys Heeelp!!" My sister's voice cried out after a loud bang as she launched herself at me and jumped into my arms, crushing me with her weight.

Being leapt on by somebody isn't exactly a pleasant experience, especially when said person just so happens to be three years older than me and has enough force to dent iron because, despite her childish appearance, Daella must have weighed at least double what she looks like. I don't know how she does it, but I know some women out there would sell their souls to know.

"What is it now, dear sister?" A sigh couldn't help but tear out of my mouth. If I had to guess what the problem was stemming from, it would have to be the little asshole who's been missing all day without saying a word of what bullshit she'd be doing.

"Saera put a cat in my room. Again! Get it OUT!" Of course, it was the asshole; Saera never missed an opportunity to fuck with somebody who would not do anything back; I never see her do that picking shit with Allysa or Vissera. Unfortunately for Daella, Saera seemed to get endless entertainment from mortifying her sister.

Taking a few steps further with Daella in my arms, I gently placed her on the ground near Ser Lucamore and Septa Nyssa.

Despite being the annoying drama queen she was, what kind of monster would I be to ignore her pleas, especially when Daella was the nicest of my sisters? "Yes, yes, sweet sister, right away."

Walking over to the door that she previously slammed shut in distress, it took only a step inside to see the Fat ball of fur lying on Daella's bed, sprawled on his back like a king without shame while it stared at me as if I were a mere peasant.

"Lancelot! How could you conspire with her?" Seemed like Saera deemed my fat ball of lard and fur a worthy accomplice for her mischief. Plucking the Chubby little cat off Daella's bed and into my arms, I walked over to the doorway and set him down. "Away with you." After a rub under the little asshole's chin, he scurried off down the hall and out of sight.

I bring my attention back to Daella, who had taken cover behind Ser Lucamore and Septa Nyssa, barely poking her head out to see what was happening. "The dirty work is done, dear sister; now, please let Septa Nysaa prepare your belongings for the trip to Driftmark. Ser Lucamore and I have training in the yard to do."

The kingsguard stepped towards me and spoke, "It's true, Princess, let us go about our duties," and with a kiss on Daella's cheek, we were on our way.

Only when we were out of their sight did I decide to speak, "Ser Lucamore, you'll be one of the guards for my mother and sister on the way to Driftmark, right?"

"Afraid not, my prince. As much as I wish I could accompany you, Ser Ryam and Clement have been given the duty of escorting the Queen and Princess Daella to Driftmark."

"A tragedy," I waved my hand theatrically, eliciting a chuckle, "I was hoping you would be the one chosen."

After the incident with my little excursion into the city, there was no guard I could depend on more than Ser Lucamore.

"And why is that my prince? Did I humble you in the yard so much last time that you wish to be rid of me?"

Oh, he's gonna put that over my head now, was he? How underhanded of him. I should've known the gift god gave me had its limits; there's only so much I could push this ten-year-old body to do.

"Of course not; I just wanted you to sock that Corlys guy if he acts anything but a perfect gentleman to Dae."

By the commotion, it seemed the rush to move some princes and princesses out of the castle had begun with sweet Daella.

My father was a good king; at least, that's what I've gleaned from my time in this world. However, most of my sources weren't exactly unbiased. No one wanted to disrespect the king, especially not in front of his son.

But I can only hope this rush doesn't hurt Daella. The man has never been as attentive to later additions to his families; that attention was only given to the heirs and spares, but better inattentive than an asshole, I say.

"People would think you were the older brother with how protective you are." He chuckled as he ruffled my hair, making me squeak in protest. "I've oft heard tales of this Corlys lordling through the keep. He seems to be of the courteous sort; you'll have nothing to worry about with him, I say."

"I can only hope you're right, Ser. I'll just have to introduce him to Smaug to set him straight should Daella come back with complaints."

"A good arm and a sword can work as well as a dragon in getting a man to remember his courtesies," the kingsguard advised.

"Spoken like someone without a dragon, Ser."

Leave it to a man that lived by the sword to steer me off the path of dragons. But he wouldn't be Ser Lucamore if he didn't at least attempt to stop me from choosing the nuclear option.

It wasn't long before the uproar of the training yard entered my ears, and I caught sight of Baelon trying to hold himself together at Vaegon's 'drilling', if it could even be called that. His form was like a chicken with its head cut off; attacks with no apparent form, pattern, or rhythm were only feeble, unenthusiastic slashes that led to sloppy follow-up at best.

Following my gaze, Lucamore spoke, "Aenys, Go grab a sword off the rack and head over to your brother. I'll leave your instruction to Baelon today."

Taking a sword from the rack, I made my way over to them. Baelon, hearing my steps, turned his head to me. "Little brother! You're just who I needed."

Taking a step towards Vaegon, who was striking a strawman. He placed a hand on his shoulder, stopping his strikes before speaking, "A good effort, brother, but if I'm to trust you on a battlefield someday, I must get you off the strawman and fighting against a real opponent."

Huffing with a dour look in his eyes, he turned my way and met my gaze with his own, "And I suppose I'm to do that with Aenys? He's not even the same age as me."

"A complaint instead of immediate refusal? Aren't you in a splendid mood today?" At least we were getting somewhere with him. Normally, he would find a way to scurry off back to the library without anybody noticing, only returning when it was time to eat or sleep.

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Baelon chuckled at this, "I'd be throwing you to the wolves should I do that." Making his way over to me and ruffling my hair, he pushed me until I was only a few steps before Vae.

"We'll make this a family matter, little brother. Aenys is ahead in terms of skill compared to the boys his age, so you won't have to worry about overdoing it. Just remember what I've taught you; no one is here to shame you. Take this as a true learning opportunity."

I couldn't help but roll my eyes at his small speech. Baelon had tried to help years ago with a 'learning opportunity' when he brought Allysa out to the yard just to embarrass him in front of her. It took weeks to convince him to even come back out to the yard. Seven hells, Vaegon and Allysa have only started talking again because of the pregnancy.

Huffing, Vaegon lowered his body into a proper stance, sword at the ready and his fingers twitching to pull it out.

Baelon stood between the two of us, ready to signal the start of the spar. A Single glance my way by Baelon told me all I needed to know about what he wanted me to do: go easy on him, but not too easy, make sure to push him a little.

I wouldn't need to leave myself for too long with Vae, but assuming anything Baelon had taught him stuck, It would be better to be safe than sorry.

Getting into my stance, I waited for Baelon's words to signal the start. "Alright, little brothers, remember this is only training, but take this seriously."

And with two steps from me and Vae's sight, I fell back into the darkness. I felt the floating sensation I'd gotten used to through all the spars in the yard as I saw my body racing towards Vae, immediately knocking him back onto his knees, hammering against the sword Vaegon used to protect himself from my attacks.

"Oh shit! Chill!" I float over to stop my body from snapping Vaegon's arm that was only being saved by trying his best to keep his sword up. "Blunt or not, these swords hurt. Ease up on him a little bit, focus on dodging and blocking for a little while, and throw some riposte in there so he won't just throw reckless swings."

After several swings and knocking him further into the dirt, my body finally started listening to my words. Vaegon, after catching his breath, stood and began his offensive. He was actually pretty decent; some of the boys in the yard would've struggled against him, shit; he probably would've given me a hard time if I didn't have this out-of-body protection to lean back on.

"Very good, Vaegon; he's on the back foot; keep at him." Baelon cheers rang out, and I swear Vaegon's swings started to come faster with the encouragement.

My body did its job, weathering the relentless storm; even Muhammad Ali would be impressed with how I was weaving through these swings. Moving closer to the fight, I spoke to my body, "Alright, time's up with the soft shit; no more running. Give him a few more swings and break him down. Oh, and I need that sword off him."

As much as I would like to play around and be proud of the work put in just to get Vaegon here, he has to be ready for what can happen on the battlefield. He doesn't have a dragon; if any conflict occurs, he'll be in the thick of it, getting his hands dirty or even cut off. Sometimes, I wish I could give this protection to him.

After another swing from Vaegon's sword, my body began to dance. I've watched many times before with different opponents in this yard. Blades locked for a moment before the twist and twirl of steel commenced, and a long, eerie scrape echoed across the yard.

Steel met against steel four times by the end of the exchange. Vaegons ass was on the ground, and the sword was soaring in the air. Taking that as my cue, I quickly floated back into my body.

Transitioning back to my body and getting my feet back under me, I immediately looked up and try to find that sword still soaring. This'll be so cool.

I raised my hand into the air and walked over toward Vae, who was slowly dusting himself off after the fall. "Now that's what I call," the pommel of Vae's sword fell right into my hand, "a good start."

Handing Vaegon's sword back and offering my hand, he quickly accepted and let me help him back up. Afterwards, I looked to the side and saw Baelon heading our way. A smirk plastered my face as I called out to him, "Seems we'll have another knight in the family soon. Aye, brother?"

Baelon smiled, "Mayhaps, but he still has much to learn. Let's get you a couple more bouts with Vaegon before we all get dressed for Mother and Daella's departure feast."

I saw Vaegon's face immediately tighten and shift at those words. Baelon and I watched as he approached the yard's sword rack and slowly spoke. "Sadly, I have matters to attend to, brothers. I'll make sure to find my spot next to you at the feast, Aenys."

He then left the yard, followed by the maids and guard, who trailed after him without a word.

Baelon watched in disbelief as Vaegon left his sight. I could see the stress in his eyes as he pressed his hands against his temple and looked at me, "Too much, Aenys?"

Shaking my head while moving to his side to pat his shoulder and speak, "Meh, that's just Vaegon being Vaegon. You got a spar out of him today; best to take the victory and let him be for today."

Baelon heaved out a sigh, "I suppose you're right. I'll just have to count my blessings as you say it; though this is just a start, mayhaps we'll get him sparring with others soon enough."

We could all dream. Vaegon barely tolerated us most of the time, and I was content to leave him to his books more often than not. It would not weigh on my mind as long as he could defend himself.

"What are you to do now, brother?" I thought Vaegon would be around long enough to get some work in like usual, but the whole routine was disrupted by him leaving early.

Baelon hummed as he pondered momentarily before looking at me with a grin. "We'll have quite a while till Mother and Daella feast; you up for a quick flight?"