Rhaegar walked around dragonstone as well as he could. He was enjoying learning as time went on, and not to mention there were some other children his age. It felt great. He was doing what he needed to do. He was a man, as he was thirteen now. It was time to change. He needed to be Aegon the I’st. He needed to be a true dragon, one that could conquer anything. To wake the dragon through stone. It had to he him, and he needed to get ready for the long summer. He walked down the stone steps, approaching the training yard woth confidence.

He held his chest out wide, striding powerfully to the blunted swords. He had no need for wood now, he needed to know how to wield a sword. To be prepared for any threat, this was the path. Rhaegar had a goal in life finally. It was time to be a man and learn how to fall on dirt.

He tried a couple times going up against the straw man, easily killing the unarmed stick. But that wouldn’t change anything, he needed to know where men got hurt. So that meant he would need to hurt himself, and hurt the men he would train against. No mercy, spitting blood, the prince had never felt bolder. He would impress his underlords. His willingness to take hits unlike anyone else.