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Cling.

Clang.

Cling.

Clang.

"That's it, my boy! Knock the fucker off his feet!" Robert belt and laughed as Jon and his squire Sam trained in the courtyard. Jon held his sword tight as his training blade clashed with Sam's. They both almost danced around each other, dust kicking up as they kept their feet moving. Sam went in for a lunge as Jon slapped the blade away with his own.

"Come on, Sam. You have to be more on the offensive," Jon instructed as he swung his sword. "Don't let your opponent control the battle," he said as their blades locked together as Jon shoved Sam back.

Sam groaned as he tried to steady his footing. But Jon's assault overwhelmed him and knocked him onto his ass. "Told ya," Jon said as he leveled the sword and Sam's throat with a playful smirk.

"Ughhhh yeah... yeah, I know," Sam huffed breathlessly before watching Jon pull away his sword and offer his hand, helping the squire back to his feet. Sam gladly took it. "I am getting better though," Sam argued as he dusted himself off.

"Yes, you are Sam," Jon smiled as he patted his friend's back before sheathing the blunt sword to his side.

"You are gonna do great at the tourney next week," Sam said as he put away his own sword. Ever since they were younger Jon and Sam were good friends. Lord Tarly had brought his boy many times to court. But even then he was always a disappointment in his father's eyes. Sam even was sure if Jon didn't take him as his squire, his father would have been more than eager to send him to the wall.

"Thanks," Jon said as he adjusted himself, before moving back to the center of the courtyard. "Come on, let's go again," Jon said readying himself as he lifted his sword ready to engage. Sam sighed as he felt sore all over but got in position nonetheless.

"That's enough swordplay for one day," a voice called out interrupting the two warriors before their swords could meet. "Supper is ready and I will not have you missing another meal," Cersei scolded as she walked over to Jon and Sam. To which Sam quickly bowed his head to her majesty.

"Come wife, let them go again the fighting was just getting good," Robert argued as he sat in a chair to the side a cup of wine in hand as he gulped it down.

Cersei did her best not to roll her eyes letting out only a simple sigh escape her lips. "You are coming for supper aren't you?" she asked with a hard look and an arched brow as she looked at Jon.

"Yes, of course, mother," he replied with a small smile gracing his lips.

"That's my boy," Cersei said returning a soft smile to him. "Remember to clean up I will not have you making a mess in the hall," she said as Jon nodded his head.

"Yes, mother," Jon said gratefully before turning to Sam. "See you later Sam thanks for the sparring," he said as he hand him his blunted weapon as Jon jogged off.

Cersei smiled as she watched Jon leave. He may not have been her blood, but he was as much her son as any of her other children. She easily remembered back to when the small black-haired babe was sick with the pox. She held him all night, no maester or knight could pry the child from her arms. To her, Jon will always be her black-haired beauty.

"You always manage to ruin my fun," Robert said bringing Cersei back to reality. She then turned to him with narrow eyes. "Your family is going to have supper together. You can either join or not that is your choice husband," she said through gritted teeth before storming off.

Jon made his way to the dining room after getting cleaned up and changed. Myrcella was the first to greet her older brother smiling at Jon as he entered the room. "Hey, Jon how was training?"

"It went well. Sam is getting better," Jon says as he goes to take his seat. Joffery just rolled his eyes at the thought. "The only thing that plump oaf can get better at is licking his plate clean," he mocked as he poked at the food on his plate.

Jon held his tongue as Joffery liked bad-mouthing his friend, but still wanted to put his younger brother in his place. "Well Joffery if you like maybe you could join me and Sam for a sparring match," he said smiling innocently. "I'm sure we would all love to see how you've been improving in your own training," Jon challenged causing Tommen and Myrcella to softly giggle as Joffery stiffens up.

"Yeah come on Joffery show Jon your skill with a sword," Tommen said joining in on the teasing. "I'm sure you won't get a splinter like last time," he said as the memory of Joffery crying to Cersei about the small cut he got brought them nearly to tears. Joffery growled lowly before glaring daggers at his little brother. But with Jon there, none of them were phased by his threatening look.

"Come now, children what's this about?" Cersei asked as she walked into the room heading to her seat.

"Nothing mother," Joffery said darting his eyes to his sibling before looking back down at his food. Myrcella and Tommen stifled their laughter as they returned to eating.

Cersei sighed as she took her seat and grabbed her wine glass. "Next week is your sister's name day," Cersei says as begins to eat as well. "Many different lords, ladies, and other dignitaries will be coming for the celebration and the tourney. You all will have to be on your best behavior."

"Yes, mother," the siblings say together as they continue their meal. But as they ate Cersei raised her head a bit noticing someone was missing. "Speaking of... where is your sister?" she asked looking at her children.

"She and uncle Jamie were out hunting. They left this morning," Mycrella answered making Cersei groan a bit as she sipped her wine.

"Sometimes I don't know what to do with that girl," Cersei groaned as she brushed back her golden locks.

"Mother it is fine she's with uncle Jamie after all," Jon tries to ease her mind.

"It's not just that... Your father is trying to marry her off and is planning to use the tourney to find a proper betrothal. But when I try and bring it up with her, she makes every excuse to avoid the topic," Cersei says understandably a bit frustrated. "Now she's galivanting gods knows where to avoid me."

Jon notably gets uneasy at the thought as he gets a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. He then turns his gaze from his mother to the plate in front of him. "Well... when she gets back, I can... have a word with her," Jon offers.

"Thank you sweetling, but it's a conversation between me and her," Cersei says with a soft smile looking at her eldest. "Just... tell me when she gets back," she says as they return to the meal.

South of Kingslanding Deep in the Kingswood Ser Jamie marched along the trail before ducking down beside a fallen tree. "There he is," he whispered as he narrowed his eyes at the buck that stood just along the tree line. "Remember princess relax and clear your mind," Jamie instructed. "Exhale and release."

"I know uncle," Daenerys said as she drew her bow nocking the arrow on the string. She pulled back the arrow slowly feeling the tension in the string as it dug into her fingertips. Once the arrow was drawn back as far as it could, her eyes level with the deer she let go.

Thunk.

The arrow soared through the air as she released her breath and the buck squealed out in pain as it collapsed to the ground. "Good job princess!" Jamie cheered patting her on the back as he watched the deer fall. Daenerys too cheered at her handy work she raced over with her bow in hand.

Jamie couldn't believe it has been nearly fourteen years since a bounty hunter had brought the small silver-haired girl to the Red Keep. At that time she wore nothing but a dirty rag around her body, and rough rope digging into her wrists as she was bound and dragged. Her feet and knees were bare and bloody from walking and crawling on stone. If it wasn't for her violet eyes and her muddy silver locks she could be mistaken for a child from flea bottom.

Jon Arryn, Robert's Hand convinced him that taking the little girl as his ward could help keep any Targaryen supporters in line. Robert reluctantly agreed and took her in and raised her like his daughter. Even though that didn't mean much when he barely raised his actual daughter. The task of raising her fell on Cersei's shoulders, like most things when it comes to the children.

"You coming uncle?" Daenerys asked turning to him as he looked as if he was staring off daydreaming.

"Hmmm oh of course," Jamie said as he grabbed his spear and jogged over catching up to her as they went to claim her spoils.

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