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

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

Olin frowned and turned around, "Go ahead and say it. I already know you are going to."

[CrimsonMoon]

"I do not approve of this- now, at least," he begins carefully, continuing to scrub his skin briskly," But i will contect the Queen Baratheon to arrange a meeting and terms- Olin i need you to understand that areanging a marriage like this will harm the Baratheon's pride, this will be like them signing over in surrender." he says quietly

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"That's not what this is even about," Olin muttered, staring at the tent opening, "I love her. I don't care which family she hails from."

[CrimsonMoon]

" Doesn't matter what you feel, Olin... Sadly," Tehran gazes at his son sadly," But... If you truely feel as if you love this young woman, then I will attempt to help you in every way I can," he rumbles, sighing

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Olin looked back at him, "...You will?"

[CrimsonMoon]

" Why do you sound so surprised?" the king growls but smirks, rolling his eyes

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He shrugged, "I just...I didn't expect you to."

[CrimsonMoon]

Tehran just smirks," Not as cruel a father as you want?" he sneers

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"It's not that. You've never been cruel," Olin shook his head.

[CrimsonMoon]

" I can change that, if you like," Tehran chortles and suddenly sits up," Olin, you also have to realize- you're going to need to gorge yourself- not on food but youth,"

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Olin's violet eyes were solemn as he looked at his father, "Gorge on youth? Why's that?"

[CrimsonMoon]

" Because it sure as hell won't last forever, life hits you like a wall that pops from the ground,," he sighs and runs a hand through his hair, looking at Olin

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Olin sighed and dropped down on his cot, head in hands, "Yes, I'm beginning to realize that."

[CrimsonMoon]

Tehran watches him for a long moment,"Olin... You know i'd fight and army for you and your siblings and your mother singlehandedly- but political intrigue is much more stupid and suspicious. Complicated beyond words, so... You allow me to figure out this betrothal buisness and you get some legitimate allies, alright? You'll be King Olin Targaryen, Lord of Dragonstone some day."

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Olin sighed and leaned back on his hands, "I know that. But every King needs a Queen, does he not?"

[CrimsonMoon]

" Indeed, but he also needs allies," he sighs and places the rag within the bowl of scented water, clasping his hands before him," Olin, we might as well force this- you should be be seen with the lass and then work on allies.." he sighs and slides a robe over his shoulder," Well, i will be entering the tournament tomorrow, so i am going to rest,"

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Olin sighed, "Alright, fine. Rest well, father."

[CrimsonMoon]

Tehran just waves his hand in an elegant gesture, walking to an extra cot that had been laid down and settling down with a sigh. He closes his eyes and groans in relief, his body relaxing-

" Sleep, boy," he grunts with a faint smile

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Olin rolled his eyes, "I shall, father."

[CrimsonMoon]

• Then stop talking and sleep, boy," he grunts, closing his eyes and smirking mischieviously.

(XD time skip?)