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

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He grinned and leaned in, kissing her forehead gently, "Alright, sounds good to me. I'll be highly offended if you get it wrong, though."

[CrimsonMoon]

" Hmph, you doubt my powers of perception-" she pretends to look offended but squeezes his hand, pulling away," Approach the stands where the Seven families are seated, i'll most likely be seated next to your father if we get introduced," she chuckles

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Olin nodded, "I think...well, I hope you like him. He's not a terrible guy as far as fathers go."

[CrimsonMoon]

Indigo laughs and gently pulls away, allowing her hand to gently brush his skin before stepping away lightly," i'm sure i'll approve," she sings and beams, glancing st the group where his father was, he was like an anomaly among the dark hair and light clothing

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Olin smiled, his violet eyes crinkling in the corners, "I have to get a little practice in, but I'll see you when the tournament begins, My Lady."

[CrimsonMoon]

" Good luck, Sir Targaryen, i will be looking for you," she promises, curtsying once more with a smile lighting her face up

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"I hope to see you right away," Olin grinned.

[CrimsonMoon]

The Princess Baratheon merely winks and sweeps away," Good luck- i love you-" her voice barely carrying to him over the distance, no more then a sigh though the small smile lighting her features made it known it was not just his imagination. She turns away, moving toward a group of noblewomen who were gathering to watch and possibly swoon

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Olin smiled and slid the helm over his face so that his identity would not be given away.

[CrimsonMoon]

Indigo glanced back at the knights, her eyes wandering from helm to helm as if she had lost him, a small smile plays on her lips as she is whisked away. The King Targaryen suddenly stopping her posse, seeming to have changed into fine clothing instead, he bowed graciously to the aprentice, the two exchanging words until it seemed to deepen into a casual conversation

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Olin began to practice with the other participants. Since his father had already agreed to participate, he would be taking his place. The crowd would think they were watching Tehran Targaryen, but Olin hoped they just didn't notice him in the stands.

[CrimsonMoon]

-MINI - TIME - SKIP-

Indigo sat in the pavillion with the other nobles, she remained next to the Targaryen King, the two seeming to get along quite well as they conversed like old friends. Some noblemen attempted to butt in on their conversation but it seemed either the young Baratheon quickly dispatched them with a sharp yet tasteful comment or King Tehran merely snapped at them gruffly- if one didn't know better, they would fear the pair was becoming too close...!
The jousting tournament was about to begin, the contestants lining up. Next to Olin, a huge white warhorse pranced anxiously, the knight riding the eager horse was none other then Prince Enzio himself, wearing a helm fashioned with bronze and gold like the rays of the sun-

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Olin waited for this horse to be brought to him- a dark chestnut stallion who seemed eager to go. The man rubbed the horse's neck and swung himself onto his back.

[CrimsonMoon]

The dornish heir glances at him," So, friend, who's favor will you ask for?" He asks in a gentle lilting accents, her eyes shining from the slit in his helm as he gazes at the stands where the nobles were," So many a pretty lady~" he almost seems to sing the last note

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Olin glanced over at him and shrugged. He couldn't risk speaking or he might be recognized.

[CrimsonMoon]

Enzio shook his head and chuckles," Suddenly so quiet, eh? This must be what it's like to see a Targaryen in war mode," one didn't even have to see the dornish prince's face to tell he was smirking. His white horse rears slightlt, snorting a challenge to Olin's mount before Enzio kicked its flanks," Good luck,"

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Olin's sharp violet eyes followed him, narrowed. He urged his stallion toward the stands, his gaze immediately searching for Indigo and his father.

[CrimsonMoon]

Indigo was seated with the other Major house representatives, near the middle of the arena's stands. She was speaking quietly with King Tehran, the two seeming to have warmed up to one another rather well

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Olin chuckled to himself and urged the horse closer toward the stands as he observed Indigo and Tehran.

[CrimsonMoon]

Indigo stood and walked toward the railing of the arena, gazing at the knights, her gaze seeming to focus upon some of the Targaryen Bannermen and then- on him. A smile brightens her face