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

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Olin grumbled and grabbed his armor, "Can I at least eat first?"

[CrimsonMoon]

" You could if you wanted to," Tehran answers in a careless, nonchalant manner, his long red-black cloak being draped over his shoulders. The familiar three headed dragon sigil woven expertly into the fabri," And do introduce me to your precious doe, I am quiet awkward when meeting beautiful young women" he mocks, sweeping out in theatrical flourish

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He rolled his eyes, "You actually want to meet her?"

[CrimsonMoon]

Tehran shrugged comically has he whisked out, sunlight briefly pouring into the tent

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He finished putting his armor on, situating it so it wasn't tight against him. He combed through his white blonde hair and followed after his father.

[CrimsonMoon]

King Tehran was busily speaking with a group of nobles, bringing a blush to an attractive yet older woman's refined face whilst the men chuckled. The King had a special charm to him...

Near the Baratheon encampment, Indigo was quietly speaking to Enzio Martell, the handsom Dornish Prince having taken her hand as they spoke.

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Olin was able to sneak away from his father for the moment, walking across the encampment to find Indigo. He wanted to talk with her before the tournament, just so she was aware of where he was.

[CrimsonMoon]

Indigo laughed softly, her voice carrying like a songbird's call as Enzio smirks and spins away in exaggerated motions. She watched the Dornish heir leave with a smile playing upon her lips, kneeling down to scoop up the wiggling puppy that appeared at her feet

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"Indigo," Olin's voice was soft as he approached her, "May I speak with you?"

[CrimsonMoon]

Her honey brown eyes flicker toward him, a small smile curving her lips," Of course, Ol- Prince Olin," she cursies, but it was more mockingly playful then formal. She was wearing a pale gold dress, her hair falling down her back in gentle waves but with a small bronze cornet upon her brow

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Olin offered her his arm, the armor glinting in the sunlight, "Excellent. Please, walk with me?"

[CrimsonMoon]

She took his arm and glances at him, her gaze flickering to his armor and eyebrows quirking with faint surprise," Of course," she hums in an almost song-line tone, glancing back at the nobles who were watching them and smiling innocently.

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"Do you not approve?" Olin asked, his violet eyes narrowed, "I'm mostly trying to keep my father from participating himself."

[CrimsonMoon]

" If you're asking if you look like a true warrior then I have to say yes," She chuckles softly, glancing back at him, her hand gently squeezing his gauntlet," Ah... I see," she gazes at him for a long moment, seeming to be contemplating something

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"I'll be careful," Olin longed to lean forward and press his lips to hers, but they were too in the open, "My father wishes to meet you."

[CrimsonMoon]

Indigo's gaze softens immensely and she reaches out, gently placing her hand upon his cheek," I will meet him, you have to promise to be safe in return," she smiles sliightly

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"I promise," Olin leaned his chek into her palm, "I would dedicate this to you, if I could."

[CrimsonMoon]

" I can give you my favor," she suggests, a small smile lighting her lips as she watches him, her thumb gently brushing his skin," That way you will have physical proof that I root for you, yes?"

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Olin pressed light kisses against her thumb, "I would like that very much. Do you know what my helm looks like?"

[CrimsonMoon]

" No idea, but i'm sure I would recognize you any way." A playful grin lights her face," Lets just call it a challenge then, hm?"