As they stood there awkwardly, waiting for their mother to reveal whatever surprise she had planned, Rhaegon couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over him. He knew that he wouldn't be able to resist his sisters forever – especially if they kept trying to seduce him like this – but deep down, he didn't really want to either.
The twins exchange glances with each other, clearly disappointed by their mother's sudden decision to put an end to their fun. However, they know better than to disobey her orders – especially when she's in such a serious mood.
As for Rhaenys, well... she seemed to be enjoying herself quite a bit too, though whether or not it was due to watching her nieces flirt with her nephew or something else entirely remained unclear.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Visenya cleared her throat loudly, drawing everyone's attention back towards her.
"Alright," she began, holding out a hand-carved wooden box that contains three large, strangely shaped objects.
"These are dragon eggs, from a clutch of Vhagar.'"
Each egg bears a different color: one is black as night, another is fiery red like molten lava, and the last is deep blue, reminiscent of the ocean depths.
For a moment, there's complete silence as all three siblings take in the incredible sight before them.
Then, without warning, the black egg suddenly begins to tremble and shake violently within its confines. The others watch anxiously, unsure of what to expect next.
Suddenly, with a loud crack, the shell splits open down the middle, revealing the writhing form of a tiny black dragon hatchling nestled inside.
Its black scales glisten in the dim light, reflecting shades of purple at its tips as it struggles free from its confines.
The room erupts into chaos as everyone tries to get a closer look at the remarkable creature now emerging from the wreckage of its former home.
Even Rhaegon finds himself captivated by the sight, unable to tear his gaze away from the mesmerizing spectacle unfolding right before his very eyes.
But then, almost simultaneously, two more cracks can be heard echoing through the air.
And just like that, the other two eggs begin to move and shift, breaking apart under the force of the creatures contained within, releasing thick clouds of smoke into the air above them, revealing two small baby dragons nestled inside, colored red and blue.
"Oh my goodness!" exclaims Rhaenys, who had been watching the scene unfold from her position near the door.
"They're hatching! Look at those beautiful dragons!" As she speaks, the tiny dragons begin squirming and wriggling within their shell fragments, desperately trying to free themselves from their confines.
Within seconds, all three dragons have emerged from their shells, revealing themselves as small, delicate-looking animals.
Their scales glittered like precious gems under the flickering candlelight casting eerie shadows upon the walls and floor, reflecting every shade imaginable – fiery reds, deep blue, obsidian blacks – creating a mesmerizing display, stretching their wings wide as they stumble awkwardly around the room, trying to find their footing on solid ground.
Slowly, tentatively, the newly hatched dragons extended their necks, sniffing curiously at the surrounding environment before finally lifting off into the air above them.
Within seconds, they were soaring gracefully throughout the chamber, their powerful wings carrying them higher and higher, letting out low growls, baring razor-sharp teeth in a fearsome snarl. Eyes flickering menacingly. For a brief instant, time seemed to slow down as the siblings stared at this magnificent beast, awestruck by its sheer power and majesty.
Then, as if choosing their bonding partner, the dragons lunged forward, sinking their claws deep into their respective ones.
The black one perched on Rhaegon's shoulders, but instead of feeling the incoming pain, a strange force exploded throughout his entire body, radiating outwards from the point of contact like waves upon a stormy sea, and as the seconds stretched into minutes, the feeling gradually began to subside, replaced by a warmth spreading through his veins like liquid fire.
His heart beat rapidly against his ribcage, pounding out a rhythm that matched perfectly with the beating of the dragon's own.
With a quick glance at her siblings, Rhaenya scoops the newborn gently in his shoulders, cradling its delicate body in her palms as she examines it closely. Deep blue, reminiscent of the ocean waters off the coast of Dragonstone.
Meanwhile, Vaenya does the same thing with her own dragonet, marveling at the creature's vibrant red scales and piercing green eyes. Its wings were spread wide, displaying vibrant shades of red and orange along their delicate membranes.
Finally, after making sure everyone else is okay, Rhaegon takes hold of the last, black scales adorning his body with shades of purple, as his violet eyes.
For several long minutes, they simply stand there together, admiring the sight of these three incredible animals emerging into the world for the very first time. It's an incredibly special moment for all involved, one that none of them will ever forget.
But eventually, reality begins to set in once more. The excitement fades away, replaced by quiet determination as each sibling realizes what comes next: caring for these fragile creatures, teaching them and helping them grow stronger and wiser every single day.
From that day forth, the triplets devoted themselves wholeheartedly to caring for their beloved dragons, ensuring that, they received proper nutrition and exercise.
They spent hours each day training together under the watchful eye of their mother, learning everything there was to know about taming such powerful creatures.
Meanwhile, at the same time, young Rhaegon spent most of his days engaged in rigorous physical training sessions designed to strengthen his body and improve his overall agility and coordination.
A few months later, the sun had barely risen above the horizon when Rhaegon awakened, feeling refreshed and energized. He stretched out his limbs, reveling in the sensation of muscles tightening and loosening beneath smooth skin.
As he got dressed, pulling on simple clothes suitable for training – loose-fitting trousers and a light shirt that allowed ease of movement.
Today would be another long day, starting to learn how to use a sword.
As he descended the stone steps leading down from his chambers, he noticed two figures waiting near the entrance.
Both were familiar faces – his sisters, Vaenya and Rhaenya. Their identical features mirrored his own, though their eyes held hints of mischief
"Good morning, dear brother," called out Vaenya cheerfully getting near, kissing him on the mouth for a while and putting a hand over his shoulders, tossing back her long silver hair. "We heard you will start with sword training, the master-at-arms in the castle as a mentor."
Rhaegon grinned, acknowledging her with a nod while cupping her ass on his hand while embracing her at his side. "It seems my new training can't escape from my lovely dear sisters." Vaenya feeling his hand only made a cute sound while perching herself to her brother body.
"Oh, come now, don't be silly," teased Rhaenya, leaning against his other shoulder with her ass also on his brother's hands.
"Everyone knows your every move and what you do, every day." she kissed him also for a while as good morning.
They exchanged playful banter while walking towards the great hall, morning routine began with a hearty breakfast consisting of freshly baked bread, cheese, and cold meats washed down with a mug of warm ale.
As he ate, he mentally prepared himself for the day ahead, knowing that from now each session would push him closer to his goal of mastering the art of swordplay, something he would need for this era.
Once satisfied, Rhaegon made his way to the courtyard where his mother awaited him with a tall man, his mother didn't waste time and presented him to the man.
The old knight master-at-arms of the castle Alric Tielemann, greeted him with a nod before leading him towards the practice area, a wide open space surrounded by tall walls lined with weapon racks and stands containing various pieces of armor.
Master Alric wasted no time in getting started; he observed the tall muscular frame for a kid with only 3 name-day and 3 ft 11 inch (120 cm); his broad shoulders and powerful legs then he handed Rhaegon a heavy wooden longsword and instructed him to take up position against one of the wooden dummies set up around the perimeter to see how he does.
Rhaegon effortlessly wielded the wooden sword like it were nothing more than a slender needle, first tried swinging it a few times to feel it, with each swing, the sheer weight and momentum generated by his immense strength made a sound as it moved across the air.
Wasting no more time in getting started, his grip on the hilt was firm yet delicate, and with a deep breath, Rhaegon lifted the blade above his shoulder and charged forward, striking the dummy with all his might making a loud cracking sound on impact.
A second later finding himself staring at a shattered wooden sword. Its pieces lay scattered across the cobblestones, splintered fragments testifying to the force of its destruction.
Alric surprised and not believing what his eyes were seeing, looked at Visenya, seeing her face not changing even a little he tried to return to normal, going to a rack picked a two-handed wooden sword heavier and stronger than the previous, he handed his young lord to try again.
Rhaegon again not feeling his weight more than a toothpick lifted the massive blade above his shoulder using his two hands and charged forward, striking the dummy with all his might this time the dummy and sword were both destroyed.
Being shocked but not too surprised already steeling himself knowing that maybe this would happen, Alric then picks a blunted longsword for him to use on one armored dummy in the yard, then instructed him to try again, this time sparks flew as the edge met its target, making a dull sound, in the area of impact looked chopped by a fucking axe, instead of a sword cutting, seeing it like that Alric instructed a few servants to armor more strongly the dummy for Rhaegon to keep training, then he proceeded to show him the correct technique to use for training, then Rhaegon attentively learned from the master and paid no mind to anything else – this was just the beginning.
For hours on end, Rhaegon practiced swinging his sword, focusing on building muscle memory while also learning how to effectively use his extraordinary strength.
Time seemed to fly by as sweat dripped from his brow, staining the earth beneath him, yet still he pressed on, driven by an insatiable desire to improve.
Finally, when the sun reached its zenith, Master Alric called a halt to the session.
Panting lightly, Rhaegon lowered his weapon and turned to face his mentor, expecting praise for his efforts.
However, instead of compliments, the old knight merely offered a single piece of advice: "Remember, Rhaegon, it's not about raw power alone. You must learn to harness your strength and channel it into precise strikes."
With those words ringing in his ears, Rhaegon took a moment to catch his breath before moving on to the next part of his training regimen: sparring.
They had arrived at another area in the castle grounds, there he stood amidst the chaos of clashing swords.
The air was heavy with the scent of sweat and blood, as the sound of steel striking against steel and the crisp sea breeze, the majority being men-at-arms who also served in the garrisons of Dragonstone, as household guards.
As Rhaegon and Alaric approached one of many makeshift arena, surrounding the raised platform stood several pairs of knights and squires engaged in spirited duels, their movements fluid and graceful despite the weight of their full plate armor.
Alric gestured towards one such pair – two seasoned warriors named Ser Cedric and Ser Godfrey – and informed Rhaegon that they would be his opponents for today's sparring session.
Before starting he called the several servants that were already standing by, ready to assist him in donning his armor, considering his display early, pitting him against squires would be meaningless given his brute force, and to avoid any accidents he decided to equip him in armor.
They have prepared all necessary equipment, including gloves, bracers, gorget, gauntlets, breastplates, and helmet.
One of them steps forward, holding out the first piece - the mail shirt.
Rhaegon slips it on over his head, adjusting its fit around his chest and shoulders, while also putting one from his waist to cover his groin area.
Another servant hands him the gorget, which he fastens securely at the base of his neck.
Next comes the breastplate that is like a cuirass with the plates riveted making it foldable in the bottom, draped carefully over his shoulders, and secured at the sides with buckles.
The shirt mail covers the shoulders, armpit, and upper arm as well as the elbow joint, then followed by the bracers, which protect his forearms from harm.
Finally, one of the servants brings forth the helmet which is padded internally, which Rhaegon takes with both hands before lowering it gently onto his head his design in the front is open like the mouth of a predator, and after closing the parts only giving a visor vision.
While not fully in plate armor like a tank, he still feels invincible within his protective cocoon.
He raises a hand to test the weight of each item, finding balance even under such cumbersome conditions.
A final nod towards the servants. And so, equipped and ready for action, Rhaegon strides toward the practice field, feeling both excited and nervous at the prospect of facing off against these experienced fighters, he climbed onto the platform and took up position opposite his first adversary, Ser Cedric.
Both are equipped with a wooden shield reinforced and a blunt longsword.
Before they began, Master Alric quickly outlined some basic ground rules: there would be no grappling or disarming attempts allowed during these matches; rather, the focus should remain solely on honing one's swordsmanship skills through controlled exchanges.
Additionally, Rhaegon was reminded to keep his guard up at all times, as any lapse in concentration could result in serious injury.
With that, the match commenced. Sir Cedric lunged forward with surprising speed, aiming a swift thrust at Rhaegon's chest.
Reacting instinctively, Rhaegon parried the blow aside and retaliated with a powerful overhead strike.
Though initially taken aback by the sheer force behind Rhaegon's attack almost pummeling him into the ground, Ser Cedric managed to deflect the blow, demonstrating impressive agility for someone encased within so much metal.
Over the course of the following minutes, Rhaegon found himself increasingly challenged by his opponent's skillful footwork and keen understanding of distance and timing.
The few times he got to exchange blows got Cedric shields splintered all over, becoming practically useless and already breaking apart, despite having superior strength on his side, Rhaegon struggled to land any solid hits due to Sir Cedric's adept defensive techniques.
It wasn't until Master Alric intervened with some timely advice that he finally managed to score a decisive strike pouring his soul into it, clashing with swords, sending the sword of Cedric flying from his hand that nearly chopped some guy around grazing his head, but Rhaegon quickly strikes again destroying his shield and then driving the tip into a gap in the armor making him surrender.
Exhausted but exhilarated, Rhaegon stepped back from the fallen knight and prepared himself for the second half of his sparring session against Ser Godfrey. This time, however, things would prove far more difficult than before.
Not only did the older knight possess years of experience over him, but he also displayed an uncanny ability to predict his younger opponent's moves well in advance.
Time after time, Rhaegon attempted to close the distance between them and deliver a crushing blow, only to find his every attempt thwarted by Ser Godfrey's impeccably timed parries and ripostes.
Frustrated and desperate, Rhaegon tried something different, using his strength to generate additional leverage during each exchange, causing more vibrations each time, until Godfrey got a trembling hand, he already was feeling the effect but was nothing just like a feather rubbing in his hand that quickly passed.
At first, this new tactic seemed unsuccessful, but long enough the sword dropped from his hand, forcing him to concede defeat.
Both shields were long ago gone from the brunt received and the swords chipped along the blade.
Alric offered words of praise and encouragement mixed with constructive criticism. These wise old warriors themselves knew better than to challenge him directly.
Instead, they devised cunning strategies and techniques designed specifically to hone Rhaegon's skills without overwhelming him entirely.
It wasn't just about teaching him how to fight but also instilling within him discipline and patience.
And so the lessons continued focusing on improving his defensive skills. Despite his incredible strength, even he could be vulnerable if caught off guard. Thus, learning proper form and technique was essential for any aspiring warrior.
"Watch your stance!" bellowed Alric. "Remember, footwork is key."
Rhaegon nodded, adjusting his position slightly. Each step required careful consideration of both distance and angle, ensuring proper positioning when engaging with adversaries armed with sharpened blades.
As they began sparring again, each swing of his sword sent shockwaves through the air, echoing throughout the castle grounds.
Their blades collided repeatedly, creating a symphony of metallic clashing sounds that reverberated off the stone walls surrounding them.
Next came drills focused on improving reaction time and precision when parrying incoming strikes, facing off against several sparring partners at once.
These sessions pushed him to adapt quickly and think strategically, anticipating attacks rather than merely reacting to them.
Despite his youth and relative inexperience compared to those around him, Rhaegon quickly gained the respect and admiration of his peers due to his unwavering dedication to improvement and inhuman strength.
As word spread like wildfire throughout Dragonstone about the prodigious talent and prowess of young Lord Targaryen, curiosity grew among the inhabitants who had yet to see him.
Knights and guards whispered tales of his fearsome battles against older foes, while servants gossiped about the extraordinary feats of strength displayed by this precocious child.
Even Maester Simon, became fascinated by Rhaegon's rapid progression and growing so tall for his age.
A learned man well-versed in history and lore, he saw potential greatness within the young boy and sought to understand how such remarkable talents could have developed in one so young.
As the sun began its descent towards the horizon, signaling the end of another long day of rigorous training. He returned to his chamber shared by his mother, and his two sisters, Vaenya and Rhaenya.
Entering the room desiring to take a bath, he noticed his mother sitting at her desk, engrossed in writing.
She glanced up at him momentarily while smiling each passing second more, before returning to her work.
Rhaegon approached his bed and began undressing. It had been another exhausting day, and he was eager to bathe. Just then, Visenya called out to him from across the room.