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

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(To when? The next day?)

[CrimsonMoon]

(Sure! ^^ want me to start?)

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(Okay x3)

[CrimsonMoon]

-T I M E . S K I P-

In the morning, sunlight streamed into his tent, the soft sound of armor being put on. The warmth of the tent was slowly beginning to push away the coolness of the night

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Olin peeked his eyes open, the tiredness seeping into his bones as soon as woke. He sat and ran a hand through his white hair, groaning.

[CrimsonMoon]

" It's about time," King Tehran glances at his son, raising his arms and smirking as the straps were tied beneath his arms

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Olin gave him a little scowl and threw the sheets off, "I did not sleep well."

[CrimsonMoon]

" Eh? why?" Tehran laughs, his voice rasping like sand. He lowered his arms and waited for the squire to arrange the other steel plates

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Olin rubbed his shoulder, "Restless."

[CrimsonMoon]

" That's all?" Tehran chuckles and motions toward his greatsword was," Hand me Blood Whistler, will you?"

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Olin grabbed the sword, picking it up with little effort, "Are you sure you want to participate in the tournament?"

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He smiles faintly, rubbing his scruffy beard and grinning," Do you not wish me to participate?"

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Olin shrugged and opened up his trunk, "You're not a spry young man anymore."

[CrimsonMoon]

" Then why don't you participate in my stead?" He snickers, breathing in and smirking

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"/You/ didn't want me to," Olin pulled his shirt on over his head, "Because it can be dangerous and I'm the heir."

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" Your mother's words, not mine," he replies quickly," Just wear a helm, cover your face, fight, win, expose your face... It's simple as that, oldest trick in the book," he grons wolfishly

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Olin sighed and pulled on his pants, "I haven't practiced."

[CrimsonMoon]

" Then this may be a good time to practice, so would you like to participate or not?" He grins, turning to leave

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Olin shrugged, "Why not? It's more exciting than spectating."

[CrimsonMoon]

" That's the spirit, now get your armor on, the events woll start at midday!" Tehran calls in theatrical baritone, parading out of the tent whilst his squire scrambled after him