Chapter 19:
1 year later
(101 AC)
POV: Aemon Targaryen
After the factory was set up, I put myself through a routine—checking the warehouse, inspecting the equipment, all the boring stuff a factory owner is supposed to do, I did. Without sales, money burned like wildfire. Soon, I might have to go after one of the treasures marked on the maps given to me by the Faceless Man.
But even while grinding through work, I didn't forget to spend time with my family.
The days passed like that. At my seventh nameday, I asked my father to finally let me start my weapon training.
All the breathing exercises, yoga, gymnastics, and stamina work I'd been doing for a year had started to show results. Not superhero-level or anything—I didn't have a six-pack or a demon back—but I was definitely stronger than other kids my age. Honestly, I bet only Khabib was stronger than me at seven years old across all of human history.
{Naah he cappin}
Now I had to make the most important decision of my life:
What weapon do I train with?
I needed something practical—something I could use in both a duel and in a full-blown war. I'm ambidextrous, so I could wield weapons in both hands. This world has Valyrian steel, which changes the game. Weapons that usually couldn't be dual-wielded? Now they could. But I can't count on always having Valyrian steel. If I lose my weapon, I need to be able to fight with a regular version too.
After a lot of brainstorming and pulling from my past life, I narrowed it down to two:
Bastard Sword
Katana
Each had pros and cons. Each was excellent in its own field. But if I used them together, I could cover both their weaknesses. Of course, that came with a massive learning curve. But the results would be worth the pain.
Even with all that, I still needed a long-range weapon for war. Human stamina is limited, and dual-wielding drains it like crazy. So, I needed something simple and long-reaching.
The weapon I settled on:
Glaive.
Easy to learn. Great reach. Does the job.
Once I made up my mind, I had wooden training versions made for all three weapons. The man assigned to train me was none other than Ser Harrold Westerling.
POV: Ser Harrold Westerling
When I was assigned to protect and train Prince Aemon, I was honestly a bit nervous. The boy had a reputation for being... intense. Fierce. Smart. Making him listen to me wouldn't be easy. I'd also heard he was more into books and business than blades. His father wasn't much of a warrior either.
But duty is duty.
As I approached his chamber, I saw him already standing at the gate. Before I could say anything, he gave me a smile and said,
"Was waiting for you, Ser Harrold. First of all, I feel safe and honored to be taught and protected by you."
Then he gave a small respectful nod.
Did not expect that from him.
"You honor me with your words, my prince," I replied.
Then he hit me with:
"Now, about being a squire under you—I have no problem with that, but I need a timetable beforehand. I travel for business, so I won't always be able to do everything a squire does."
A seven-year-old needs a timetable... because he's busy traveling for business? What in the Seven Hells?
Poki-Poki ????
{Bro this is medieval world ….}
"Well, for that, we'll have to speak to your father. I'm expected to make a proper knight out of you—and comfort doesn't make great knights," I said in a firm tone, no room for negotiation.
He didn't flinch. Just pulled out a piece of parchment.
"This is the agreement and permission I already got from my father and mother."
He handed it to me. I read it.
Prince Viserys basically wrote, "I agree with my son's arrangements. Go easy on him."
It was clear—he wasn't serious about Aemon becoming a warrior. Just like he hadn't been serious about it himself.
Well, that tied my hands.
"Alright, Prince," I sighed. "What have you planned? How do you want to go about this?"
He nodded.
"Well, because of my mercantile endeavors, I need time there too. But I won't compromise on fighting. Here's a timetable I drafted. You can make changes and we'll agree on something that works for both of us."
He handed me the schedule. Took me a second to understand what I was even looking at. Some words I didn't recognize. But one thing was clear:
He gave three hours a day for training.
That was twice the amount of time I planned to give him.
"You serious? You're not going to back out on this, right?(⊙_⊙)?" I asked.
He just smiled ( •̀ .̫ •́ )✧.
"No. Expect me every morning. See you tomorrow."
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No the author hasn't changed , its still me .