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𝐑𝐇𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐖 𝐃𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐘 𝐂𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐖 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐅. The Baratheon had grown in both his physique and skill as a warrior to the point where his father was starting to reconsider his first born becoming in line for their throne.

Rodrick was the second born and his elder brother was Brandon, he could pick up a sword from when his was three but was not the smartest. He spent most of his days drunk and in whore houses but now that his younger brother took his nose out of his books and looked to be on his way as one of the most skilled swordsman in KingsLanding Borros was certainly considering his second born as his heir.

Sir Harwin Strong was sharpening his sword with a rock occasionally looking up from the metal to glance at other men and the Valyrian himself. Rhagar hadn't spoken to the man only giving each other stiff nods of recognition whenever one saw the other.

"You have come far Rodrick," Rhagar said once the fifteen year old stood back from the dummy with his chest heaving and face glowing with sweat.

"All thanks to you," he punched the mans shoulder and grabbed it as he needed to catch himself otherwise he'd topple over.

Rhagar had been ready to initially train the princess, without permission of the king whom would've had a heart attack if he found out what his daughter was doing, but she didn't show. He was going to head down into the City until Rodrick came running in with his sword ready.

"For fuck sake," Rhagar muttered making the Baratheon lift his head to see his elder brother with a bottle in his hand and some of his own men laughing madly.

"Brother!" Brandon bellowed and swayed over to his younger sibling with many stumbles. "Picking up a sword are we," he snatched it from the grasp of Rodrick who started looking to the floor in embarrassment. "You know father and I thought you were a fag," he laughed to himself like it was funny and Rodrick seemed to shrink, turning red as the men behind his brother howled all the same.

Rhagar started to turn red for an entirely different reason, he clutched the hilt of his sword with amber eyes glowing in pure glee that he'd soon taste blood. A part of him was wary about striking the Baratheon but the words that spewed from the elders mouth made him no longer sympathetic, "on second thoughts I think you are nothing but a d-

Brandon shouted and held his nose once Rhagar punched him square in the face Daemon always said to go for the nose, 'the nose is connected to his eyes, the eyes water and they can't see you win.' Rhagar struck him with the back of his hand and he fell to the floor.

The Baratheons men were quick to throw down their drinks and reach for their swords but as they went to rush for Rhagar they were stopped by both Ser Harwin and Ser Criston.

The skilled swordsmen unsheathed their swords and easily disarmed their opponents before tackling them to the ground and beating them all the same.

"Say it again!" Rhagar shouted to him and Rodrick who was stood behind him frozen in shock couldn't help but laugh out in disbelief. Someone was actually defending him from his elder brother, no one ever did that not even his father. If anything he encouraged it and saw it as a way for his second born to become stronger.

Other knights standing on the side lines tried to get Ser Harwin off of two men he held to the ground but it took four of them to heave him off the two beaten bodies. Ser Criston backed off more easily once he heard Brandon squeak as he was being pummelled by Rhagar.

It would look that Rodrick was about to become the new Lord of the Storm Ends once Rhagar took a rock from beside his leg and raised it to smash into Brandon's face.

The other men were too far to get to him in time to stop him and Rodrick didn't seemed to be making a quick stride either. He held Brandon's neck in an iron tight grip and the men around were soon to be witness as to why he is named Rhagar the deranged.

Until a curt and stern voice made him still, "Rhagar!" Rhaenyra was dressed in boyish trousers that would allow her more flexibility than her traditional dresses. Her hair was tied back neatly and the tunic she wore had been especially made to fit her.

The knights who were stood alongside Ser Harwin and Ser Criston lowered and scratched their heads in shame before quietly shuffling away as her attention was on Rhagar.

"Put it down," it was frightening how much she resembled Aemma. With her arms crossed, a belittling glare and eyebrows raised in case he challenged her order soon she'd start pointing her finger when she aged.

The fear of Rhaenyra overtook his rage and he threw the rock aside before quickly standing to his feet next to Rodrick and picked at his black tunic with his head down.

Rodrick looked up at Rhagar with stars in his eyes before subtly nudging his arm in a thanks before scattering further into the shadows as Rhaenyra steered closer.

"And what is the meaning of this?" She pointed to the unconscious Baratheon that was bleeding from the nose and mouth.

"He seems fine to me," Rhagar dismissed but refused to meet her eyes. He heard her scoff in annoyance before she kicked Brandon's leg only for him to groan but his eyes stayed closed and he still laid across the floor.

"Why are you so barbaric?" She knelt down besides Brandon's face and winced at the amount of blood before turning to Rhagar with a scowl. He was stood twiddling his thumbs as he kicked the rock with his foot that he nearly bashed the guys face in with.

"He had it coming," he muttered but soon regretted it once she twirled to her feet with a scowl that made him groan.

"I mean honestly what will his father say? His fathers Lord Borros and if you think I'm covering for you- you idiot! Then you can think again," she didn't raise her voice but that's what irked him. Rhaenyra was calm and composed sounding like a royal, he thought she'd be great at disciplining when she's older but did not fancy being on the recovering end of it.

"Excuse me princess," Rodrick appeared from the sidelines with a timid stature but he soon got more comfortable when she turned to him with softened features. Rhagar, whom was in the middle of the two, threw his hands by his side in exasperation before muttering a small, 'unbelievable.'

"But it was my brothers own fault for what happened to him," Rodrick casted his eyes down to Brandon with a sneer before smiling to Rhagar who gave him a nod with a bashful smile.

Rhaenyra only hummed lowly in suspicion before looking back at Rhagar with narrowing eyes only for two soldiers to stand at the left of him.

"Ay princess it was the young Lord's own fault," Ser Harwin said with a small bow before giving Rhagar a gruff nod to which he nodded back at in sincerity.

"I can vouch for that," Ser Criston had his hands behind his back with chest puffed out, standing tall but gave Rhagar a toothless smile as well as Rodrick.

Rhaenyra was in surprise not only had Ser Harwin Breakbones, one of the strongest and most noble men in the entire Kingdom defending Rhagar but so was Ser Criston. The knight who had been defeated by the Valyrian was smiling at him like he enjoyed his presence. It was a mystery to her, how could anyone enjoy his face? His smirking idiotically charming face.

"I see well if it's all the same to you boys I hope you see to it that he is delivered to the maesters," she gave a pointed look to both the knights standing beside Rhagar.

"Of course princess."

"Yes princess."

They both nodded before giving Rhagar one more simple nod and looking to one with defeated sighs before they leant down to drag the Baratheon to the castle. The two could've picked him up but they preferred the leaves and dirt getting caught in his hair and sweat ridden tunic.

"I should go check on my brother- make sure he has the ability to smell again." Rodrick bowed to the princes before grinning at Rhagar once more and trailed after the dirt tracks that were from his brothers heels.

Now, the courtyard was empty with the rest of the knights dispersing quickly as they did not want to face a royal. Rhagar and Rhaenyra were accompanied only by the soft lull of the wind and scattered leaves.

"Your late," he said in the silence but the princess was unbothered and looked at her nails with a casted look of boredom.

"And you just assaulted the soon to be Lord of Storms End so, I suppose we're both not doing what we should be." Her words made him scowl before he took a sword that was smaller than his own off the wrack besides them.

"Take it," she did so and nearly dropped it at first before holding it in two hands and looking at the steel with a raised brow. "Hit that," he pointed to the straw dummy across from them, he wasn't expecting her to know how to handle herself with a sword. The tactic he was using was so he could say everything she was doing wrong without looking petty and yet he found himself at a los for words.

She walked to the straw and took a perfectly aligned step back with her feet pointed and secure, the way a soldier stood, shoulders flexible and sword already making harsh gashes in the dummy. With one final hit she raised her arms higher than normal and took the head clean off.

"You know I'm starting to think that you needing practice was a simple excuse to see me," this made her turn from the headless figure with furrowed eyebrows in annoyance. Not even five minutes into the lesson and she was already vexed by him, how utterly pleasant.

"Hush yourself Rhagar if I wanted to see you all I would have to do is snap my fingers," she taunted him, "remember you have to do whatever I say."

He rolled his eyes and was going to take an bow and arrow from the sideline to see how she would manage with that but her sword had raised itself and was now being pointed at his throat. "What are you doing?" He seethed with his eyes narrowing in on the point of the blade that was awfully close to his neck.

"I want a fight and you are supposedly the best swordsman," she sounded distasteful as she had to compliment him because he felt a charming grin surpassing on his face.

"You think I'm the best?"

Rhaenyra rolled her eyes whilst trying to surprise a smile and succeeding, "enough talk." He took that to heart and used his forearm to quickly smack the blade away from him before unsheathing his own.

The handle was pure black, cut from a rock that fell from the sky and a large ruby occupied the end of the sword. The metal itself was Valyrian steel that could cut through skin like there was nothing but air in its path.

She was surprised by the action and quickly tried to ready herself but his sword clashed with her own easily knocking it out of her hands. "Oi!" She shouted but quieted herself once he now held the steel up the her neck.

Lilac met a blazing gold as the tip of the sword carefully brushed against her collarbone, Rhaenyra's chest was no longer steadily moving instead it was erratic as she tried to calm herself. Though, it wasn't because he could cut her it wasn't that at all.

"And that's your head," he said with a lazy smirk before slowly taking the sword away and sheathing it in one smooth motion.

Rhaenyra looked up at him through her eyelashes with her eyes now a dark purple before she cleared her throat.

Rhagar took a step and she spoke up, "you got lucky," she said with her arms folded making him let out a breathy chuckle.

"Sure," was all he said.

Jonathan Rhys Meyers as Brandon Baratheon