"Lord Aemis", Viserys didn't bow his head, dragons don't bow but he acknowledged the man. Lord Aemis wasn't a man of old Vylarian features, a rarity among the lords and Ladies of Lys. He had old Valyrian blood but it was so diluted by years of outbreeding that his features were much more like the men in the other free cities, dark hair and eyes with bronze skin, like the one Viserys' sister in law Elia Martell had. Because of this lack of Valyrian features, he held very little status amongst the Lyseni nobles. Still a lord but more like a minor house in Westeros than one of the great houses, if he were to compare Lys to Westeros.
"My king. What do you need of me?" Lord Aemis's westerosi common tongue was broken with a thick accent but at least he knew the language and didn't need a translator like some other people he and Daenerys had stayed with over the years.
"It has occurred to me that I haven't swung a sword in a very long time. I need to be able to fight, if I want to slit the usurper's throat myself. I know you have some unsullied, lend one to me for my training", he commanded. Not asked, commanded.
Lord Aemis looked at him with surprise, "I have been wondering why you haven't been practicing in the moon you were here… you are right, your grace, a king without a sword is like a wolf without fangs, he may survive because of his pack but his jaws may grow weak… you", he pointed to one unsullied standing rigid guard and switched into Valyrian. Viserys was ashamed to admit that his own Valyrian was accented. The Targaryen line had been taught Valyrian from father to son and over the centuries, it had taken on a rather distinct western tone. Daenerys had been taught in the free cities, so she spoke more like a person from there rather than a Targaryen. Still, both could understand the written and spoken tongue, if -in Viserys' case- less so in the free cities since the language had differently evolved in the east compared to the west, "help the young king train. He is out of shape, handle him with care. If he dies under your tutelage, you will be killed"
The unsullied man didn't speak, he just nodded and walked towards the entrance to the room. Viserys followed him. He didn't have to be told to do so, he simply did.
The unsullied walked through the scented halls of the manse, out to a lush garden, fruit trees left shade down below and berry bushes created a maze about hip height. To find a plant that couldn't be eaten in one kind or another in Lys was like finding a sewing needle in a haystack. In the middle of the maze was a small courtyard where the unsullied stood and raised his spear.
Viserys took the unspoken offer and rushed in with his blade drawn, swinging his sword in a wide arch, onl to be deftly blocked by the spear. The unsullied didn't even move his feet. He didn't move to retaliate, letting Viserys attack over and over again. With each blocked attack, his experience bar filled up more and more until he reached level 2. He put the level straight in warrior and could feel his body fill with both power and skill. His strikes became more fluid, his attacks had more power but the unsullied guard didn't seem to struggle any more than he had previously, which meant not at all. After a few swings, the warrior said, in Valyrian, "you need to plant your feet more in the centre. One strong breeze and you fall"
"Like this?" He adjusted his stance ever so slightly and the warrior nodded. Immediately, he felt the difference. With this more steady centre of mass, he could swing more easily. It wasn't long until he reached level 3, though it took noticeably longer to reach level 3 compared to level 2. the first level up happened after 20 minutes, the second took a few minutes shy of an hour. The unsullied warrior kept giving him advice. By the time they were done for the day, he had reached level five. Level 4 took two hours, level 5 took five. They had neglected to eat or drink, too entranced by the training. A crowd of servants had gathered and Viserys snapped his fingers, speaking in his westerosi accent, "one of you, run me a bath and bring me something to eat"
The servants looked at each other, not sure who would do it until he snapped, "now!" And a group of serving girls skittered off.
He sniffed the air. He could barely smell his own stench over the flowery tones of the manse but that he could smell any at all meant it was quite serious. He sheathed his sword and walked to his bath.
In Lord Aemis' quarters.
The unsullied which Aemis had sent with the Targaryen boy returned finally. He had been out there for hours, "so… what do you think. Speak, you are free to say the truth"
"The king was sloppy at first but he is improving rapidly. Give him a few years and he might be a true warrior. He soaks up like a sponge", the unsullied said, voice monotone and neutral. He wasn't a person, he was a tool and tools don't get feelings.
"Good… I was beginning to think my investment would be for naught. We have already housed the Targaryens for six months. I was about to kick them out but if he really is as talented as you say, then he might be valuable yet", he stroked his stubble. He'd have to shave soon. Facial hair was frowned upon in Lys, "you will continue to train the prince. From now on, that is your sole duty, understand?"
The unsullied warrior nodded and left the room, leaving Aemis to stew in his plans. He was a minor lord here in Lys. If Viserys really becomes king, he could offer him greater prestige than he could ever achieve here in Lys.