Chapter 9

As the morning sun cast its golden glow over the Red Keep, the training grounds came to life with the rhythmic clang of steel meeting steel. Jaehaerys Targaryen, the newly appointed heir to the Iron Throne, stood tall and resolute, facing off against Ser Ryam, the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard.

With each swing of his blade, Jaehaerys demonstrated his fluid and precise movements. Sweat glistened on his brow as he parried Ser Ryam's attacks with skillful ease, his eyes focused and unwavering.

On the sidelines, Vaelar, the former First Sword of Braavos, observed the sparring match with keen interest, his arms crossed over his chest. Beside him stood Ser Steffon, another member of the Kingsguard, who watched with a trained eye.

Above them, on the balcony overlooking the training grounds, stood Viserys Targaryen, the King of the Seven Kingdoms, accompanied by his daughter Rhaenyra, with Melony in tow. The trio cheered enthusiastically for Jaehaerys, their voices echoing across the courtyard, mingling with the clash of swords below.

"Come on, Harry! Show them what you're made of!" Rhaenyra called out, her voice filled with pride and admiration.

Melony clapped her hands eagerly, her eyes shining with excitement as she watched the sparring match unfold. Beside her, Ser Harrold Westerling of the Kingsguard, stood stoically, his gaze fixed on Jaehaerys with a mixture of respect and approval.

As the duel between Jaehaerys and Ser Ryam continued, the tension in the air grew palpable, each strike and parry a testament to Jaehaerys's determination to prove himself worthy of his newfound title.

Jaehaerys displayed a unique blend of combat styles, seamlessly intertwining the fluid movements of Braavosi Water Dancing with the more traditional techniques of Westerosi swordsmanship.

With each graceful step, Jaehaerys danced around Ser Ryam, his movements reminiscent of the flowing currents of a river. His blade darted and weaved with precision, striking at his opponent from unexpected angles.

At the same time, Jaehaerys incorporated elements of the Westerosi style, adding power and strength to his attacks. His strikes carried the weight of a dragon's fury, landing with force and impact.

The combination of these two distinct styles created a mesmerizing spectacle, drawing the attention of all who watched. Vaelar, with his background in Braavosi swordsmanship, nodded in approval, recognizing the influence of his homeland in Jaehaerys's technique.

From the balcony above, Rhaenyra and Melony watched in awe as Jaehaerys moved with grace and agility, effortlessly blending the elegance of Braavos with the strength of Westeros. Their admiration for him grew with each masterful stroke of his blade.

As the spar came to an end, Jaehaerys stood victorious, his unique combat style leaving a lasting impression on all who witnessed it. With a confident smile, he sheathed his sword, knowing that he had demonstrated not only his skill in battle but also his ability to adapt and evolve in the face of any challenge.

Viserys smiled proudly from the balcony, his eyes shining with pride as he watched his brother's victory. Rhaenyra and Melony exchanged excited glances, their hearts filled with admiration for Jaehaerys's skill and bravery.

As Jaehaerys and Ser Ryam exchanged a respectful nod.

However, Jaehaerys paused, sensing a hesitation in Ser Ryam's demeanor that had persisted since his return. With a knowing look, he addressed the Lord Commander directly, his voice firm yet gentle.

"Ser Ryam," Jaehaerys began, "I've noticed a hesitation in your movements, a weight upon your shoulders that wasn't there before. Whatever burdens you carry, know that you can share them with me. Let whatever you're thinking out."

His words hung in the air, the training ground falling silent as all eyes turned to Ser Ryam, awaiting his response.

Ser Ryam's shoulders sagged with the weight of his confession, his gaze fixed on Jaehaerys as he spoke.

"Prince Jaehaerys," he began, his voice heavy with remorse, "I owe you an apology. Eleven years ago, I was tasked by the Old King Jaehaerys to specifically prevent you from entering Prince Baelon's chambers and healing him. As my loyalty to my king is absolute, I obeyed his command without question."

He paused, the weight of his words hanging heavily in the air.

"I know that if I had not stood in your way, you would have simply blasted through the doors, regardless of who stood guard. However, the respect you had for me as my squire restricted you from harming me. My duty and loyalty to my King cost you both of your parents, and led to your exile."

Ser Ryam's voice faltered, his expression filled with remorse as he awaited Jaehaerys's response.

Jaehaerys regarded Ser Ryam with a steady gaze, his expression inscrutable as he processed the knight's apology. After a moment of contemplative silence, he spoke, his tone measured yet filled with a sense of understanding.

"Ser Ryam," he began, his voice carrying a note of solemnity, "your honesty and humility in admitting your past actions speak volumes of your character. While the events of the past cannot be undone, your willingness to acknowledge your role in it is a testament to your integrity as a knight of the Kingsguard."

He paused, his gaze unwavering as he continued.

"I harbor no ill will towards you, Ser Ryam. We were all bound by the orders of our king, and it is not for me to judge the decisions made in those tumultuous times. What matters now is the present and the future. Let us move forward with renewed resolve and dedication to our duties, ensuring that history is not repeated."

With a nod of acknowledgment, Jaehaerys extended his hand in a gesture of reconciliation, his expression softening with a hint of forgiveness.

"Have you been Knighted yet, my Prince? Ser Ryam asks his former squire.

"Not yet, Ser Ryam," Jaehaerys responds, his tone reflective.

"You were the knight I aspired to emulate, Ser Ryam," he admits, his voice tinged with regret. "But fate had other plans. By the time I had the opportunity to prove myself in the eyes of the realm, I was exiled. Nonetheless, your teachings and guidance have shaped me, and I still hold the hope that one day, when the time is right, you'll be the one to knight me."

As Viserys steps onto the training grounds, his presence commands attention. His voice carries authority as he listens to Jaehaerys's words with a thoughtful expression. When Jaehaerys finishes speaking, Viserys steps forward, his gaze meeting Ser Ryam's.

"Ser Ryam," Viserys begins, his tone firm yet respectful, "Prince Jaehaerys's actions in Essos have more than earned him a knighthood. His valor, his dedication to our family, and his unwavering commitment to the cause of freedom are qualities befitting a knight of the realm."

Turning to Jaehaerys, Viserys continues, "You have proven yourself time and time again, my brother. It is my honor to bestow upon you the accolade you rightly deserve."

With a solemn nod, Ser Ryam steps forward, drawing his sword. Jaehaerys meets his former mentor's gaze, a mixture of gratitude and determination shining in his eyes. As the blade touches his shoulders, the weight of the moment sinks in. With a swift motion, Ser Ryam knights Jaehaerys, his voice ringing out across the training grounds.

"I, Ser Ryam, Lord Commander of the Kingsguard, do hereby dub thee Ser Jaehaerys Targaryen. In the name of the Father, I charge you to be just and honorable. In the name of the Mother, I charge you to defend the innocent and protect the weak. In the name of the Warrior, I charge you to be brave and true. Rise, Ser Jaehaerys, knight of the Seven Kingdoms."

As Jaehaerys rises from his knighting, Vaelar steps forward with a smirk, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Well, well, Ser Jaehaerys," he begins, his tone light-hearted, "looks like you finally got that fancy title you've been pining for. I suppose it's time to start acting like a proper knight now, eh?"

His words are met with a chuckle from those gathered around, as Jaehaerys rolls his eyes playfully. "I'll do my best to live up to the expectations, Vaelar," Jaehaerys replies, his voice tinged with amusement. "Though I can't promise I'll ever be as witty as you."

Vaelar laughs, clapping Jaehaerys on the shoulder. "Just remember, Ser Jaehaerys, with great knighthood comes great responsibility. But don't worry, I'll be here to keep you in line."

Their exchange is punctuated by laughter and camaraderie, as those around them join in the celebration of Jaehaerys's newfound title.

As the cheers and laughter fill the training grounds, Mel rushes forward with uncontainable excitement, her youthful exuberance propelling her into Jaehaerys's arms with a jubilant cry. "Harry!" she exclaims, her voice ringing out in sheer delight. "You did it! You're a knight!"

Before Jaehaerys could react, Mel had thrown herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck in a tight embrace. Her infectious energy spreads through the air, filling the moment with unrestrained joy and boundless enthusiasm. Caught off guard by her sudden outburst, Jaehaerys staggers slightly before wrapping his arms around her in a warm embrace.

"Thank you, Mel," Jaehaerys says, his voice filled with genuine appreciation. "I couldn't have done it without your unwavering support."

Mel beams up at him, her eyes shining with pride and admiration. "You're the best, Harry!" she declares, her words echoing with heartfelt sincerity.

Rhaenyra saunters over to the jubilant scene with a playful glint in her eyes, her lips curved into a wry smile.

With a theatrical sigh and a mock pout, Rhaenyra joins the fray, her voice dripping with playful sarcasm. "Well, well, well," she teases, her tone laced with faux indignation. "Seems like someone forgot about their betrothed in all this excitement."

Her words are met with a chorus of laughter from those gathered around, who exchange knowing glances at Rhaenyra's playful antics. Despite her playful demeanor, there's a warmth in her eyes as she steps forward to join the celebration, her affection for Jaehaerys shining through in every teasing word.

While no one is looking, Rhaenyra leans in close to Jaehaerys, her breath warm against his ear as she delivers her sultry promise. Her voice, soft and intimate, carries a hint of mischief as she speaks.

"Congratulations, my knight," she whispers, her words laced with seductive undertones. "I'll be sure to congratulate you properly when we're alone in the Godswood later today."

Her lips brush against his earlobe with a feather-light touch before she pulls away, a mischievous glint dancing in her eyes. The suggestive promise hangs in the air, leaving Jaehaerys momentarily breathless as he meets her gaze, his heart quickening at the anticipation of what's to come.

Viserys interrupts the tender moment, unaware of the sultry exchange between Jaehaerys and Rhaenyra. He approaches them with a warm smile, his eyes filled with paternal pride as he addresses Jaehaerys.

"Congratulations, my brother," Viserys says, clapping a hand on Jaehaerys's shoulder. "It's time for some refreshments. You must be tired from all the sparring."

His words carry a genuine warmth, reflecting both his pride in Jaehaerys's accomplishments and his concern for his well-being. Jaehaerys nods in acknowledgment, his mind still lingering on Rhaenyra's whispered promise as they make their way towards the refreshments, the anticipation of their private rendezvous in the Godswood adding an extra spring to his step.

—

After enjoying some refreshments and spending time with Mel, Jaehaerys engages in a meeting with Lord Beesbury to discuss the proposed new tax law. Together, they deliberate on the intricacies of the legislation and strategize on how to garner support from the other Lords of the realm.

As noon approaches, Jaehaerys makes his way to the Godswood, his heart pounding with anticipation at the thought of meeting Rhaenyra. With each step, he feels the weight of responsibility and the thrill of forbidden desire intertwining within him. The lush greenery of the Godswood envelops him as he enters, the tranquil atmosphere lending an air of secrecy to their rendezvous.

Spotting Rhaenyra waiting for him beneath the ancient Weirwood Tree, Jaehaerys's pulse quickens. With a soft smile, he approaches her, his steps echoing softly against the moss-covered ground. As they come face to face, a wave of emotion washes over him, their eyes locking in silent communion.

"Rhaenyra," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper, filled with longing and affection. "I've been looking forward to this moment all day."

Rhaenyra chuckles softly, her eyes dancing with playful mischief as she teases Jaehaerys. "And here I thought I was the damsel in distress, waiting for my knight in shining armor to rescue me," she quips, her tone light and teasing. "But it seems the roles have been reversed today."

Her words are accompanied by a gentle smile, tinged with warmth and affection, as she gazes up at Jaehaerys, reveling in their shared moment of lighthearted banter.

Jaehaerys, with a playful glint in his eyes, gently reminds Rhaenyra of her promise. "You promised me a proper congratulations," he says, his tone teasing yet filled with anticipation. "I believe we have some unfinished business to attend to in the Godswood, my lady."

His words carry a hint of mischief as he nods towards the serene surroundings of the Godswood.

Rhaenyra, with a coy smile playing on her lips, leans in closer to Jaehaerys. "Indeed, my knight deserves the honor of this damsel's first kiss," she whispers softly, her voice carrying a hint of warmth and affection. With a gentle touch, she closes the distance between them, pressing her lips against his in a tender embrace beneath the ancient branches of the Godswood.

Jaehaerys's heart skips a beat as Rhaenyra's lips meet his, sending a rush of warmth coursing through him. He responds to her kiss with equal tenderness, savoring the moment as they share their first kiss beneath the serene canopy of the Godswood. With a contented sigh, he wraps his arms around her, pulling her closer as they linger in each other's embrace, lost in the magic of the moment.

Rhaenyra's lips curve into a soft smile against Jaehaerys', her heart fluttering with a mix of excitement and affection. As they part from their kiss, she meets his gaze with sparkling eyes, her voice barely above a whisper.

"You truly are my knight in shining armor," she murmurs, her words filled with warmth and admiration.

Jaehaerys's heart swells with warmth at Rhaenyra's words, a sense of pride and joy washing over him. He gazes into her eyes, and he can't help but return her smile with one of his own.

"And you," he replies softly, "will always be my beloved princess."

Rhaenyra pulls him in for another kiss, intent on spending all of their time together exploring this new dimension to their relationship.

Lost in the moment, Jaehaerys reciprocates the kiss, savoring the sweetness of their newfound intimacy. As they embrace, time seems to stand still, and he knows that from this moment onward, their bond will only grow stronger with each passing day.

---

Hey fellow fanfic enthusiasts!

I hope you're enjoying the fanfiction so far! I'd love to hear your thoughts on it. Whether you loved it, hated it, or have some constructive criticism, your feedback is super important to me. Feel free to drop a comment or send me a message with your thoughts. Can't wait to hear from you!

If you're passionate about fanfiction and love discussing stories, characters, and plot twists, then you're in the right place! I've created a Discord server dedicated to diving deep into the world of fanfiction, especially my own stories. Whether you're a reader, a writer, or just someone who enjoys a good tale, I welcome you to join us for lively discussions, feedback sessions, and maybe even some sneak peeks into upcoming chapters, along with artwork related to the stories. Let's nerd out together over our favorite fandoms and explore the endless possibilities of storytelling!

Click the link below to join the conversation:

https://discord.com/invite/HHHwRsB6wd

Can't wait to see you there!

If you appreciate my work and want to support me, consider buying me a cup of coffee. Your support helps me keep writing and bringing more stories to you. You can do so via PayPal here:

https://www.paypal.me/VikrantUtekar007

Thank you for your support!