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

[CrimsonMoon]

" As are you... As are you," she answers softly, pressing her forehead against his

(This is adorable~<3 should we do anything else or just have 'em cuddle?)

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(I want more to happen! We should plot it out)

[CrimsonMoon]

(*evil hand triangle* ok! So!! Whatta we want to happen-?

They're cuddlin' and cuddlin' aaaand then SUDDENLY XD-! I have no idea atm!)

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(Well, I want their relationship to grow and Olin to try and convince his parents to let them wed :3)

[CrimsonMoon]

(Hmm... I can bring Tehran xD)

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[ Who? xD ]

[CrimsonMoon]

(Olins DADDY XD)

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( LOL I forgot that you played him. )

[CrimsonMoon]

(*pats* lol heck yeah I do >:^D)

-T I M E . S K I P-

Later that night, with Indigo wrapped secretly in Olin's arms inside a tent usually reserved for lesser nobles where they would be undisturbed. There was the low rumble of hooves against the ground, it steadily grew louder and louder until it seemed to cause the air to vibrate. Indigo slowly sat up, the thin silken blankets falling away from her night clothes as she peered thriugh the fabric of the tent, trying to dicypher where the sound was coming from... Discontent voices began to rise all around the great meadow... Who in the Seven's name wanted to disturb evenyone so late at night and so rudely?

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Olin reached out and ran his fingertips down her back, "What's wrong?" he murmured in a soft voice, his violet eyes fluttering open to look at her.

[CrimsonMoon]

She looks down at him and murmurs," Someone is here, it sounds like an army," she breathes, her skin prickling from the cold air and a red tinge of a blush spreading across her skin. Indigo's brown eyes glittering faintly as she looks down at him.

Familiar exptic trumpet blast ring through the valley, bringing alongg a wave of hissing curses as people began to exit their tents to see what the HELL was going on

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He rolled out of bed, dressed only in a pair of boxers, and trotted over to the tent flap, "Sounds...like bad news."

[CrimsonMoon]

Indigo appears behind him, peeking over his shoulder,"... I can't make out the banner," she murmurs softly, sounding worried as the huge column of warriors filed through the meadow like an uninvited parade... When banner was black and red- and had a dragon on it, that only meant one thing-

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"Oh, f**k," Olin caught sight of the dragon right away, "Those are my father's men."

[CrimsonMoon]

" What?!" She squeaks and immediately disappeared into the shadows of the tent," I-I have to go-!"

The torches gather around the Targaryen camp to the tent's immediate northwest, a huge and familiar russet red horse appeared from the column, long straight greyish-platinum blonde hair and dark red armor. King Tehran Targaryen rode the huge warhorse carelessly through the noble crowd that parted like water before him

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Olin dipped back and grabbed his clothes, "Meet me tomorrow in the same little alcove as earlier, alright?"

[CrimsonMoon]

Indigo smiles and nods, her fingers brushing his cheek before disappearing out the back of the tent.

The warhorse stopped in front of Olin's tent and the king dismounts, moving to enter the ornate tent

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"Father," Olin was pulling on his shirt as he came in, ruffling his white-blonde hair, "What are you doing here?"

[CrimsonMoon]

Tehran looks up from where he was settling down on a luxurious chair, leaning back. His ornate armor gleaming dimly in the single candle's light. He was a massively tall man, built like a preydator made for speed and silence. His long platinum blonde hair was held back in a loose pony tail, violet eyes those of an old, arrogant warrior who knew his boastful words were backed by his actions, not like it helped his reputation though...

" Merely passing through, I assumed my welcome would be warmer-" His voice held the gentle lilting accent of the Free Cities, he had been one of the first generations of Targaryens to return, his parents having returned but even so, having been raised in a similiar way-," How goes the 'peace keeping'?" he chuckles

(I changed him alot xD)

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"Everything's been alright," Olin shrugged, his gaze flicking from his father to the tent flap, "Is that what you've come to ask me?"