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

[CrimsonMoon]

" I look foreward to it, my love," she answers and loops her arm with his," Shall we return from our walk to our entourages?"

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Olin nodded and lead her out of their shadowy alcove, "Yes, we shall."

[CrimsonMoon]

-MINI . TIME . SKIP-

Indigo sat about two nobles down from Olin on the long table, the arena had been lit with torches and bonfires, a great table having been erected on the sandy turf as servants scurried around-

An old woman representing the Tully's sat next to Olin," have you thought about a wife yet? I know many young beautiful women who would loveto meet you-"

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Olin's smile was polite, because he didn't want to appear rude, "I have some ideas about it," The Targaryen heir glanced down the table toward Indigo.

[CrimsonMoon]

The old woman's gaze follows his," Oh, Aye?" She gasps, snapping open a fan and beginning to rapidly fan herself," That is an idea! I'm sure once the war is over you will be able to pick whom you wish!" Immediately she was shot sharp, sour gazes. Many people knew the Lannisters were losing... And usually the price of the losing side was their daughters being free to... Almost anyone and their children being taken as hostages for promises of peace

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Olin cleared his throat, "Well, that shouldn't be for a while, so I suppose we don't need to worry about it."

[CrimsonMoon]

" oh? Have you not heard the news, my Lord? The Lannisters have been-"

" PERHAPS, we should talk a much brighter subject, perhaps the games?" Interupts the man on the woman's other side, a Martel representative frkm his bronzed skin," Prince Olin did you know they it is not too late for you to enter the games?" He chides lightly

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"My father asked me not to," Olin gave him a little smile.

[CrimsonMoon]

" Ah! And since when did the yoing men of this generation behin literning to thei fathers?" The man mourns in dramatic melancholy, looking at Indigo and winking, causing her to blush and giggle

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Olin laughed, "I agree, I'd like to participate. But I decided that I'd sit this one out- this time. Besides, this gives me more time to converse with lovely ladies," His violet eyes flicked to Indigo and he gave her a small, private smile.

[CrimsonMoon]

Indigo glances at Olin and her cheeks tinge a rosy pink," I-" she turns back to the noble though a smile curves her beautiful lips and she pushes her mousey hair behind her ear.

The Martell smirks and leans toward Olin," That is quite the open impliement, my friend, but perhaps you might find- a cheaper night of pleasure with one of the lesser houses?" He chortles

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Olin leaned his, his violet eyes sparking lightly, "Who says I go for cheap nights of pleasure? That sounds more suited of a guard or tavern owner. My tastes are more refined."

[CrimsonMoon]

" I suppose it is alright to want finer things, but why not dabble in the fairs of the common man? Live as they do when it comes to primal instincts?" The ambassador smirks, folding his hands and raising an arched brow, perhaps the Martell man was more intelligent then the other nobles here

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"Primal? You misunderstand me," Olin clucked his tongue, sitting back. The posture was immediately dismissive. The Martell man thought that Olin was interested in finding a good lay. That wasn't it at all. The man's ignorance immediately made him not worth Olin's effort, "Though, I could only expect so much." From a man like you, his tone implied.

[CrimsonMoon]

" Ah- i apologize, i have offended you," the ambassador tilts his head slightly," Hmm... May I offer you a drink afterwards? We may be on opposite sides of this conflict yet the rules of this war do not apply here currently," he smiles thinly, almond eyes glittering in the firelight," I may be able to enlighten you on Dornish culture as well if you are interested,"

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"Actually, I believe I have prior engagements after the tournament, so I must politely decline," Olin commented. As if he wanted to spend his time with a competitive, snobby Martell.

[CrimsonMoon]

" Very well, perhaps later this tournament, eh?" The ambassador chuckles and rolls his eyes

Indigo stood suddenly, quite abruptly actually. She looked nervous as the noble by her side- possibly a Lannister representative held her hand which she gently pulled away and excused herself, moving briskly away from the feast

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Olin's eyebrow quirked upward, but he pretended not to be too concerned. He was, though, because Indigo looked discontent.

[CrimsonMoon]

Indigo disappeared into the darkness shortly, having ignored the guards who attempted to escort her, waving them away as the shadows beyond the arena swallowed her up.

The lannister rep who had sat beside her leaned back, looking content with a small triumphant smile

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Olin's gaze flicked to the man, then away, contemplating that reaction. He didn't really like it.