“ i cannot enter yet, rhaena, i'm practicing. ” the vale is admittedly not where he would be if he could choose. he would rather be at dragonstone or king's landing with mother and little aegon, but they had sent him here to protect the mountains in case any of aegon's dragons were sent in turn. not that he would have a chance of fighting with a sword were he to mount tyraxes, and defend the vale from the sky, but the war had cut his training abruptly short. he wishes, not for the first time, king viserys had waited a few more years before dying. the war may have been innevitable, but had he waited for some years, joffrey could have began squiring, perhaps been on his way to a knighthood already, even if not knighted yet. he would have been allowed to fight, had tyraxes grown more, and mother would stop calling him a child, when he thinks he is grown enough. wishing it made no matter, however. at the mountains he remained, stuck, away from most news save what little reached them by raven. he would try to advance what he could, in the meantime.
“ you need not stay here with me. you can go inside yourself. ” he says, turning towards the training dummy with finality. and if she is cold, she should. she should not grow ill for keeping him company.