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

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" I didn't come to ask you for anything, I merely realized how close our armies were here and thought i'd bring a few of our loyal generals to enjoy the- carnal pleasures the Reach has to offer," he gazes at Olin with his feircely intense gaze. He was a fantastic general, a decent king... And over all he was a fantastic father despite the rumors, even when Olin was just a boy, King Tehran always managed to slip away with Olin for them to practice or talk or play-

" You are troubled," he comments simply

(I've seen so many of the kings so far just be jerks to their kids... So i thought it'd be cute if he was a cold sonovabitch but had a soft spot for his kids xD)

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[ Awwww :3 ]

Olin glanced back to his father and frowned, "Troubled? Well, yeah, I guess you could say that.." He rubbed the back of his neck.

[CrimsonMoon]

Tehran leans back in the chair, the peice of furniture creaking beneath the weight of his armor," tell me what is wrong, will you?" he tilts his head, her thin lips curving into a slight frown, his eyes narrowing slightly

(Would you wanna RP Olin as a kiddo? X3)

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[ Sure ]

"Oh, well, I'm not sure how to explain it..." Olin muttered.

[CrimsonMoon]

(I'll post it soon but i'm gonna take a short nap, literally dying xD of sleep... Ness? *falls on top of n snores*)

The King sits up and begins tto unbuckle his armor," Might as well get this armor off while you find the correct words, boy,• he chuckles slightly and smirks faintly, the crinkles at the corners of his eyes seeming more prominent then before

all-around-rp.proboards.com/thread/1587

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Olin sighed and chuckled to himself. He couldn't exactly tell his father that he'd fallen in love. It was difficult because she was a Baratheon.

[ Sorry, I got busy today x3 ]

[CrimsonMoon]

(Thats ok! I slept for a longg time! XD)

The King jept glancing at him expectantly, eventually calling a squire to help him take off the remainder of his armor," So?" he gazes expectantly at olin, his dark lilac eyes peircing yet with that familiar, concealed yet clearly present concern

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Olin sighed and rubbed his face, "Well, I...I don't know how to explain it to you."

[CrimsonMoon]

" Then explain it in a way you would to yourself," Tehran rumbles back, glancing back at his son, brow furrowed slightly, stepping out of the armor and quickly into new robes. The familiar mettalic scent of sweat and blood filling the air briefly

[CrimsonMoon]

Bump

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"I want something that I know other people won't approve of," He sighed, crossing his arms.

[CrimsonMoon]

" Since when has that been a problem for us Targaryens?" he answers, the older man stripping off his drenched undershirt and gazing at Olin with a bemused expression," If we cannot have what we want, we take it by force, that is our legacy, child," he leans back slightly

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Olin glanced at him, his violet gaze steady, "I'm in love, Dad."

[CrimsonMoon]

Interlacing his fingers on his stomach, King Tehran tilts his head," Aye? Well then do tell me more-" a sleezy but playful smile touching his thin lips

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Olin snorted, "What, no comment about how love isn't what an heir needs?"

[CrimsonMoon]

" Not yet, only until you who this lass is... Or lad," he frowns faintly, eyebrow quirking upward and thin lips curving downward, he thanked the squire who placed a bucket of water before him, scooping up the rag in the scented water and beginning to wipe off his dirt streaked skin

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"She's a woman," Olin muttered. He knew it wasn't uncommon for love to happen between men but that wasn't for him.

[CrimsonMoon]

The King sighs," Ah, one less thing to worry about, will you tell me then? So we may decide what we shall do?" he scrubbed his skin harder, squinting as the dirt seemed to want to stay

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Olin crossed his arms over his chest, "Indigo Baratheon."

[CrimsonMoon]

The King pauses, his eyes slowly closing as he froze, the water sliding down his arms from his shoulder,"... If we weren't at war I would agree immediately" he begins slowly, the odd vibrations in his accent intensifying slightly, it always happened when he was about to say 'but'