"∂σи'т fяєт ρяє¢ισυѕ, ι'м нєяє-"

[CrimsonMoon]

"-step away from the window
Go back to sleep,

Lay your head down child
I won't let the boogeyman come-"

♱ Fire and Blood ♱

King Tehran Targaryen sat back on the throne in the war room, gazing down at the map of Westeros spread before him. He had not abandoned all hopes of conquering Westeros like his forefathers thought, he was merely much less arrogant and much much more calculating. He closed his deep violet eyes, 34 years old and king of Dragonstone for almost 16... Time did fly, did it not?

Tehran eventually stood again, the black robes he wore rustling faintly faintly as he walked around the table, his hands brushing the obsidian table top,"..." He suddenly wondered about his children- he wondered how the little tyke Olin was... Dammit if only he wasn't King he could spend more time with them.

He smiles bitterly, and takes off his crown, gazing at the ornate designs of serpents twined together in combat or pleasurable embrace- he smiles and shakes his head, perhaps he was one of the mad Targaryens? Caring more for his children then for his conquest...

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

[ This is in the past, so anyone else who sees this knows. ]

Olin was known for being...a handful. He was constantly escaping his Septa and running through the halls without supervision. Today was no exception. The white-haired prince ducked behind one of the great statues, peeking out with a mischievous violet gaze. He knew his father's war room was nearby, he just had to make a break for it.

[CrimsonMoon]

The large doors of the great war room swing open, the tall king striding out and turning to close the doors behind him, he prefered not to have guards stationed at every door way and only made an exception when a meeting was in progress or other such occasions. His black long cloak wrapped around his feet as he turned, quite a good hiding place-

(This is sorta how I imagined Tehran x3

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

(I can't see it on my phone lol)

Olin peered out at his father and grinned. He darted out from his hiding place and scurried under the cloak, clinging to Tehran's legs.

[CrimsonMoon]

(Lol that's ok!
greensunwolf.deviantart.com/art/Rhaegar-Targaryen-319121015 )

Tehran grunts slightly and looks down, a small smile quirking his thin lips at he peers at the small arms clinging to his legs," What's this? A little dragon seems to have scurried into my cloak!" he chortles, eyes lighting up

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

"Shh!" Olin giggled, peering up at his father with an impish grin, "This little dwagon is hiding!"

[CrimsonMoon]

Tehran crossed his arms over his broad chest and smirked faintly," From what? Nothing can defeat the blood of the Dragon!" His voice rising into a majestic baritone

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

"No, but Septa Agatha thinks she can!" Olin grinned and hide his face against his father's thigh.

[CrimsonMoon]

His hand rests against Olin's head, ruffling his soft downy hair," Oh really? Then would you like me to help you teach her a lesson she shall never forget?" Tehran's eyes gleam with a slightly malicious glint

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

"Yes!" The Targaryen heir looked up at his father excitedly, "Will you?"

[CrimsonMoon]

Tehran nods and smiles," Get your sword, we'll ambush her, quickly now," he beams, shooing the small child away with an excited gleam in his violet eyes

[CrimsonMoon]

Bump

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Olin turned and darted down the corridor, toward his bedroom.

[CrimsonMoon]

Tehran waited patiently, the King crossing his arms over his chest with a faint smile. He loved being with his children, especially his future heir

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

Olin came running back with a wooden sword in hand. He wasn't old enough for a real blade, but he seemed to find it real enough, "I got it!"

[CrimsonMoon]

Tehran smiles, drawing his own blade, a full blown two handed greatsword by the name of Shadows' Bane. He smiles and crouches in front of Olin," Here is the plan- we'll sneak up on her... I'll distract her and then you come in and smack her a few times! Gently though!" he snickers

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

He beamed up at his father and waved the sword, "Okay!"

[CrimsonMoon]

He gently grasps Olin's hand," And don't let yourself be seem by her, wait until I distract her," he beams and gently pulls away," Come, boy, we have war to wage!"

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

Olin giggled and followed after his father like an excited puppy, "Yes sir!"

[CrimsonMoon]

He smiles faintly and walks quickly through the halls to where he suspected the woman would be looking for Olin. He entered the throne rumor, great sword still held loosely in his grip