" mαч thє σdds вє єvєr ín чσur fαvσr " (hEaRtZ~❤️)

[CrimsonMoon]

Indigo had been dragged to this tournament as a representative of the Baratheon family, of course she had been given a private army of servants, soldiers and nobles but she didn't care much for those who merely groveled for her favor. As the bulky carriage came to a halt, she pushed aside the thin material that served as a curtain over the slit of a window and looked outside.

The forest was in full bloom, ferns, wildflowers in a rainbow of color, huge oaks, pine and ash trees standing erect like soldiers at attention in the harsh sunlight... The forest in summer was a virtual garden of eden, perhaps if she was a child again, it would be heaven, no worries about anything.

Indigo leans away from the window, allowing the curtain to drop again and dim the light filtering inside the carriage. Her ringlets fell over her face in a silken veil as she stares at her hands in her lap,"... Olin..." She mouthes his name, her heart aching to see him again- was he still alive? Oh, by the Seven what if he had been killed?? Her brown eyes tear at the thought but she shakes her head, forcing herself to look foreward to meeting the emissaries from the Targaryens... Even if they were on oppisite sides of this war she could still pry information about him from them, couldn't she?

The carriage door opens and a noble offers his hand to her, the princess smiles a beautiful mask of a smile and takes his somewhat damp hand. Stepping into the sunlight and shading her eyes. Beyond the trees she had admired were camps that surrounded a large meadow where a great arena had been set up for jousting and the other such sports- she knew one or several of the participants would be seeking her favor so she had to be tactful. Indigo was pulled from her thoughts as the noble leads her along, she nods faintly to those who bowed as she past, the long light creamy material of her dress quickly picking up dust and pollen yet she did not care- it was gorgeous and the smell of roasting honey and meat filled the air... Who would have thought a civil war was going on?

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Olin frowned, listening to one of the nobles drone on and on about his latest wife. How young she was, how attractive...He stopped listening after the first few minutes. He was dressed as one of the Targaryen representatives, but he was not allowed to participate in the tournament because he was heir to the Targaryen throne.

His white hair was free around his shoulders, with one side braided back so it didn't fall in his eyes. He was dressed in silks the color of pearls, not as white as his hair, but enough to make his violet eyes pop. Olin's thin lips were drawn into a forced, patient smile, attempting civility despite his growing annoyance.

[CrimsonMoon]

Eventually Olin was saved the agony of listening to the man brag and rant as he suddenly stopped, staring over Olin's shoulder, slightly open mouthed. That stupid, primal lust of a man who only thought about who would be in his bed next glittered in the nobles eyes.

Indigo had managed to guide the noble who was escorting her toward the Targaryen camp, speaking innocently about how 'wonderful it would be to see those kind souls at long last' and 'I wonder what kind of food they eat', questions that were obviously far below her intellect but as long as the young man followed her like an obedient sheep-

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Olin noticed the sudden- and glorious- silence of the noble and he glanced over his shoulder to find the source of his distraction.

Violet eyes widened and Olin excused himself in a rush, hurrying toward Indigo and her crowd of admirers. His gaze was only for her, an anxiousness growing in the pit of his stomach.

[CrimsonMoon]

Searching the heads of Targaryen servants and nobles, Indigo had begun to feel the sharp knife of disappointment peirce her heart when suddenly. That familiar white blonde hair appeared, violet eyes-

Indigo used all her will power not to break free of the man beside her and run to Olin, leap in his arms and literally tackle him to the ground, squeaking like a child. Even from a ways away her brown eyes widened considerably and her lips twitched with the beginninggs of a large grin. She stopped, knowing she would break into a run if they continued at their exceuciatingly slow pace-

" M'lady?" The noble enquires to her worriedly," are you quite alright?"

" Yes ser, you are very kind to have-" she swallowed,"- I'm fine just- the sun-" she motions weakly to the cloudless sky,"- it is making me ever so thirsty, would you be so kind as to fetch me some water?" She watches the man immediately scurry away before looking back at Olin

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"My Lady," Olin whispered, stopping in front of her. He held out his hand, gently waiting for Indigo's response.

His violet eyes glittered in amusement and well-contained excitement- pure happiness.

[CrimsonMoon]

Indigo curtsied before taking his hand, the long grass hissing softly against the soft fabric of her skirts," My Lord," she returns in a practiced, measured tone though her mask slipped with a small smile which disappeared quickly," I hope your family is well?"

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He kissed the back of her hand, always the gentleman, at least in front of others, "My family is well, thank you. And yours?"

[CrimsonMoon]

" We are faring as well as the summer allows," she smiles sweetly, able to reign in her excitement enough to calm herself down," Prince Olin, will you be participating in the activities?"

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"I am not. My father has asked me not to," Olin's lips stretched back, revealing white teeth, "Would you do the honor of sitting with me during the events, Princess Indigo?"

[CrimsonMoon]

" It would be my pleasure, after all, I do owe you for saving my life all those moons ago," she agrees gently, her eyes half-closing at the memories... It seemed as if that had been eternities ago- she breathes in slowly and continues on," Have you seen any representatives from the Starks or Lannisters?"

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"I have not, then again, I've been stuck talking with a noble. Or rather, listening to him ramble," Olin chuckled and stood at her side, keeping a gentle hold on her hand, "I'm sure they're around here somewhere."

[CrimsonMoon]

" Should we attempt to go find them? I myself just escaped the iron grasp of a leech," she winks at him discreetly, her grip on his hand gentle and loose almost as if she thought if she held his hand harder, he would shatter into glass

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"I'd love to," Olin smiled and glanced around, "Let's sneak out of here."

[CrimsonMoon]

A childish glitter appeared in her eyes and she breathes," Where? How?" A smile had split her lips as she glances around, mousey hair wipping around her face

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"Follow me, Princess," Olin whispered, leading her through the crowds.

[CrimsonMoon]

She obediently follows, having to pick up her skirts with one hand in order to keep up, her hand still entwined with his. A thrill of childish mischief made her giggle

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He led her along the outskirts of the crowd, kindly excusing himself if someone tried talking to them, "I've missed you," he whispered, looking over at her.

[CrimsonMoon]

" I've missed you- more." She reasons, a playful challenge of a grin painting her lips

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Olin pulled her around a corner, bringing her close to his chest, "Oh no, I definitely missed you more," he smiled.