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[~echo~]

Valgar was seated outside his tent, which was next to the meadow. He watched her with curious eyes, wondering what it would be like if he won the tournament.

[CrimsonMoon]

Spotting him, the courtesan sweeps over, standjng in front of him with a small smile and curtseying lightly," My King," she greets politely, a small smile lightning her lips

[~echo~]

He looked up at her, his gaze questioning. "Eolande. How are you?"

[CrimsonMoon]

" I am well-" she pauses, gazing him in silence as if thinking of what to say before continuing," I did not know you were so far ahead of your competition within the tournament," Eolande smiles lightly

[~echo~]

He grinned arrogantly. "Thank you. That's very kind."

[CrimsonMoon]

Eolande laughs softly, picking up one of the small white-yellow blossums and turning it over in her fingers delicately," Kind? I was merely stating the score," she chuckles though clearly teasing," you may just have me for free one night!"

[~echo~]

"Plus the other three free nights you promised me if I keep your brother safe," he reminded her, smiling slyly.

[CrimsonMoon]

" Oh, you remembered that?" She chuckles lightly and smiles, tilting her head," But i meant to ask- why so desperate to have an heir of your own blood? Rori seems to have curried the favor of many nobles and-" her voice softens, glancing at the soldier milling about aimlessly,"- it would be impossible for you to be rid of him without a hige backlash..."

[~echo~]

His smile disappeared. "It is tradition. The little bastard can stay alive, but he will not be taking my throne if I have anything to do with it."

[CrimsonMoon]

She smiles weakly and tilts her head," And you would be eilling to have a bastard child with a courtesan?" eolande motioned for him tk walk with her

[~echo~]

"As long as he has my blood," he said hardly. He stood and walked with her

[CrimsonMoon]

She gazes at him," My King, my favorite client- do i have permission to speak frankly?" She asks, walking along, occassionally bending to pick a flower

[~echo~]

He gazed at her. "If you take the consequences."

[CrimsonMoon]

Eolande frowns faintly, kneeling before flower thats delicate petals were a soft blue splashed with deep purple," I am willing... What I say to my native Kingdom's king is only said for the good of the kingdom," she looks at him

[~echo~]

He didn't say anything, indicating she could continue.

[CrimsonMoon]

" I have noticed- your heir has gained many allies with powerful peopel, has gained the loyalty of the majority of the Iron Islands' population and within your own army," Eolande brings up a large blossum to her lips, gazig at him over the petals," Ousting him would be difficult for you risk a revolution. Fighting a war on two fronts is not wise, my king,"

[~echo~]

He glared at her. "I will do precisely what I wish, Ms. Eolande. And now, I must take my leave of you."

[CrimsonMoon]

She sighs and pauses, grasping his wrist and kisses his cheek before releasing him. Eolande merely turns away and returns to picking flowers.

(Should we have him and Rori duel? The next weeks will be swords n stuffeh xF)

[~echo~]

(shore you start?)

[CrimsonMoon]

-Next Morning-

Eolande sat amongst the nonles where the Lannister Princess once sat. Her raven black hair curling over her slender shoulders like waves of night. Her grey eyes remained half closed as she watched each pair of knight spar, though her eyes slowly lit with interest as Rori seemed to cast aside his opponents easily... Perhaps this was unnerving for the King?

Rori stood back, allowing his opponent to surrender honorably. The young prince helped the older man to his feet and looked up as the announcer called," King Valgar Greyjoy versus Prince Rori Pyke!" The prince's eye brows arch slightly but he bows toward Eolande