Chapter 16 - Four Years (I)
"We all have to grow up, get out from under our parents' wings and fly free in the sky. It will be a painful, lonely and maturing journey, but in the end you will look back and thank your parents for allowing you to fly despite the worries that every mother and father will feel when they see their child go." Aenar Targaryen, seeing Eddard Stark's eyes full of worry.
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293 A.D. - Tenth Year of the Reign of King Robert I Baratheon of House Baratheon.
North - Winterfell, Ancestral Home of House Stark.
Clang!!! Clang!!! Clang!!! Clang!!!
The sound of clashing swords echoed in the training grounds of Winterfell Castle. In the center of the arena, two teenagers were fighting with real swords. Both exchanged blows with force and speed.
Sparks exploded with each collision of the blunt blades of the swords. Blow after blow, collision after collision.
Robb felt his arms heavy and aching as his blue eyes were fixed on his half-brother's face. He hated fighting Jon, it was as if his brother was anticipating his every move. And it was so incredibly frustrating that he didn't like fighting Jon.
Suddenly, Robb felt the sword loosen in his hand with the collision of the swords and before he could react, a cold object was pressed against his throat.
"I surrender." Robb let out a sigh and gave up without a second thought. Honestly, in the first fight between him and Jon, Robb had felt envious and jealous of Jon's abilities, but his father's words made that feeling disappear completely.
Everyone has strengths and weaknesses.