Early 120 AC
Urrigon POV
Urrigon was the third child of King Viserys, the second born son of the Queen and his mother's greatest shame.
As he entered the room he was greeted with the sight of his mother, Queen Alicent and his sister Princess Helena. His Sister noticed him first, their mother too busy with Daeron to notice him.
"Hello Hellena" he greeted, a common courtesy.
"....Brother", she responded siting on their mother's chair, with her silver gold hair half-done, usually the servants would help but like himself, for different reasons, Helena did not like the servants helping her and only allowed their mother to do her hair.
"You weren't with us at the dragon pit, I'm sure Dreamfyre misses you", said Urrigon approaching her.
"...Perhaps "she responded, her pale violet eyes staring away from him.
Urrigon quickly found himself annoyed. While his relationship with his brothers was close, his sister, the only one that mattered, had never taken a liking to him.
Since they were young they had never gotten along. When Helena was a babe she would always cry when he was drawn near and that sentiment continued until the present day. Even now she would rather look elsewhere than at him.
No matter what he did she would always keep her distance. So instead of continuing the fruitless conversation, Urrigon instead decided to sit in one of his mother's other chairs. Helena made no sound, seemingly pleased that their conversation was over.
His eyes turned to his mother who was still talking to Daeron. Queen Alicent had long reddish-auburn hair, smooth and styled in elegant braids, wearing a green dress that matched the colour of her eyes. Despite giving birth to four children his mother remained as slender and graceful as before her first, retaining the beauty that captured his fathers attention.
Urrigon watched as his mother attended to Daeron, her eyes filled with pure affection for her youngest child,"Daeron my sweet, you can tell me all about how you conquered your dragon but for now please go take a bath, you smell of that beast."
"But mother..", replied Daeron, he could hear his brother's voice weak in protest.
"No buts. Helena will take you to your room and help the servants prepare it", said Alicent voice firm.
"...yes mother".
Helena stood to obey, her half done hair seemingly not bothering her. As she walked past him and went to hold Daeron's hand, "Come Daeron" she said. Her words were short but Urrigon could hear the affection and by Daeron face blooming into a smile he heard the same.
As the two siblings left the room, Ser Rickard Throne now escorting them,he was left alone with his mother. Where her eyes were filled with unguarded affection for the rest of her children Urrigon was the exception.
"Urrigon" she said, her green eyes held warmth but were mixed with unease.
"Mother dearest", His own dual colored eyes met hers. He stood up, his own green robes paralleling his mothers dress. "I heard you were in a bad mood this morning".
Queen Alicent took a seat by her dressing table, facing the mirror "Rhaenyra has spat another one out".
Rhaenyra.
Princess Rhaeynra, The first born child of the king with his first wife Aemma Arryn. His half sister, once cheered as the Realm's Delight. The reason for his mothers ire.
"Ser Cole has told me, Laenor even named the boy after his…companion" said Urrigon.
"Then you are aware that the boy looks nothing like him? That none of her children look like him".
"The whole court knows mother, they see them for what they are".
"But your father doesn't!", said Queen Alicent. From the reflection of her mirror he could see his mothers barely concealed rage, "Viserys still insists on calling them trueborn! He had the gall to say that they are TRUEBORN!", said the queen her voice harsh.
She took a deep breath to calm herself.
"Mother the truth will come out, the King will see reason" the King was a fool in Urrigon's opinion but even he would see the truth someday.
Queen Alicent stood up from her dressing table and walked to him. With her hands she gently cupped his face, staring at his features. Her green eyes held little of anything but had a trace unease.
"I sometimes forget how old you are, the way you speak is if you are my elder at times…but moments like these remind me that you're still a babe"
Urrigon furrowed his brows in confusion, "Mother?"
"The King will never see reason as long as Rhaenyra takes breath ",Her nails slowly dug into his skin, "She whores herself around, she lies, she spits on the vows of marriage!"
Urrigon did not pull away despite her nails digging deeper, his eyes looking into his mother.
"She does all this while I remained Faithful, while I gave him four sons, he continues to deny your inheritance!"
"Then why mother? Why do you still fight for him? Knowing that he doesn't wish Aegon King?"
Her lips slowly stretched into a cold smile, "The Seven, The Mother above tells us to be loving and protective of our own, I did not choose to marry your Father but I will make sure my children will have what is theirs, by right and law".
—Training Yard—
"Mother caught you what?" asked Urrigon in disbelief.
"I was in my room! How was I supposed to know she would barge in!? And be quite! The others might hear you" whispered Aegon harshly.
Urrigon looked around the training yard. The yard itself was a broad expanse of hard-packed dirt, ringed by wooden rails worn smooth by countless hands and scuffed by the boots of boys and men alike. Sunlight spilled down from a sky pale as milk, practice dummies in the shape of men, stuffed with straw and patched with leather, stood sentry along one side, their wooden ribs split and sagging from the strikes of blunted swords.
There he saw his own brothers Aemond and Daeron taking instructions from Ser Criston Cole, correcting their mistakes and teaching them how to better wield the blade. His nephews were there as well Jacaerys and Lucerys, Criston seemed to be neglecting their training, not offering any tutelage.
Above the training yard was a balcony that held his father, King Viserys sitting on a chair observing. Alongside him was the Hand of the King Lyonel Strong lord of Harrenhall and his mother Queen Alicent with his sister Princess Helena, her hair fully done. His nephews mother, Princess Rhaenyra was most likely still recovering from her birth earlier that day, to her new born child Joffrey. All of the Kingsguard were with them, including Rickard Thorne who nodded at his direction.
"Everyone is focused on our cousin and nephews training Aegon, no one will hear how mother caught you…stroking your dragon".
"SHHHHH! Mother might hear you!",said Aegon as he turned to look up at the balcony, Urrigon following his gaze.
He seemed to have been right for she was staring daggers at them.
"Aegon" called Criston, gesturing for the boy to come practice. The Kingsguard had temporarily released Daeron from training, the young boy visibly tired.
"Don't embarrass yourself Aeg"said Urrigon giving his brother a light pat on the back.
"Not everyone is talented with a sword like you brother" said Aegon as he went to Criston, beginning to take instructions and practicing on a dummy with his wooden sword used for practice.
Urrigon said nothing and watched Daeron approach him, the younger brother taking a seat on the floor next to him.
"How come you're not training with us?" said Daeron, sweat dripping from his brow.
"I will later but with Ser Rickard Throne", his Kingsguard and Ser Cole were responsible for his training. He was made an exception due to his exceptional talent for the blade.
The two of them talked while watching the training, Urrigon eyes caught Jacaerys face scrunched up in irritation. He watched as Lucerys clumsily swung his sword, both of his nephews becoming frustrated.
It looked as if that was all they could do with none to guide them.
That was until Harwin Strong appeared.
Son of the Hand of the King he towered over all in the training yard. Hailed as one of the Strongest men in the the seven Kingdoms.
But Urrigon's attention was not on the man's size or reputation. His features were. Shoulder length brown hair, brown eyes and a pug nose.
Just like his nephews…
The man called to Jacaerys and Lucerys.
"Weapon up boys, give your enemies no quarter", said Harwin. Both Jacaerys and Lucerys picked up their wooden blades again eagerly. Harwin walked around the training yard turning to Ser Criston ", it seems the younger boys could do better with a bit of your attention, Ser Criston".
"You question my method of instructions sir?" replied Christian curtly.
"I merely suggest that the method be applied to all your pupils", It seemed that Urrigon was not the only one to notice Ser Cristons neglect.
Ser Criston jus nodded his head ,"Very well".
He stalked to Jacaerys and roughly grabbed the hem of the boys plate armour and dragged him into the middle of the yard,"Since you need my attention why dont we start?"
"Aegon,come here.You will spar with him".
Urrigon saw Aegon and Aemond chuckling, before Aegon moved to the field as well, tapping Jacaerys back as he passed.
"Eldest son against Eldest son", said Ser Criston.
"Its hardly a fair match"said Ser Harwin. Aegon was Thirteen namedays and Jacerys was a mere eight, the same age as Daeron.
"I know you've never seen true battle Ser but when steel is drawn, a fair match isn't something anyone should expect."
Harwin Strong could only clench is teeth.
"Blades up" said Ser Criston. Both boys raised their training swords.
"Engage".