"∂σи'т fяєт ρяє¢ισυѕ, ι'м нєяє-"

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

The older woman was bustling around, checking under tapestries for the heir, "Olin Targaryen, you better come out from hiding!"

[CrimsonMoon]

" What ho, my dear!" Tehran cries in theatrical flourish, striding over to the woman and sheathing his sword, suddenly spinning her around in a dance

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

"Your Majesty!" She sounded shocked, looking up at him, "What are you doing?!"

[CrimsonMoon]

" Being spontaneous, my dear!" He chortles quietly, spinning her around. Now where is my partner in crime?

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

Olin crouched by the doorway, keeping hidden from her sight.

"T-This is most improper!" She squawked.

[CrimsonMoon]

" Aye? Well the Targaryens are infamous for our exotic ways, are we not?"" he sings, spinning her then bowing her down

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

"Your Majesty, I need to find Prince Olin!" The woman squealed.

Olin crept a little closer, crouching in postion.

[CrimsonMoon]

" Why? The boy is quite obviously able to take care of himself!" he chuckles, spotting the boy behind the woman, careful to keep her back to the child and flashing a beautiful smile

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

"He is young. Not old enough at all!" She huffed.

Olin smiled and crept up, bringing his sword up to swat at her.

[CrimsonMoon]

" Aye well... I have the feeling he will become a legendary warrior," he answers softly, winking at the boy

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

Olin grinned and rushed forward, waving his sword in the air, "RAWRRRR!"

[CrimsonMoon]

Tehran allows his sun to wail on the poor woman's buttocks and legs for a moment before spinning her away," That's enough, brave knight, now run along, miss... Your legs may have to get a looking over by the Maester," a sly smile curling the King's lips as he releases the old woman and scoops up the small boy in his arms

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

"You horribly baughty child!" The woman cawed, hands fluttering unhappily, "You wait until your mother hears about this!"

Olin laughed and squirmed in Tehran's arms, the little wooden sword poking the king in the side of the head.

[CrimsonMoon]

Tehran just smiles and whispers in Olin's ear," Don't worry about your mother, i'll just dance with her until she forgets," He chuckles, waving the old woman away before making his way to the throne and settling down upon it, the boy in his lap

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

Olin laughed and leaned back into his father's chest, "What if she doesn't forget?"

[CrimsonMoon]

" Then I'll just kiss her until she does," he chuckles deeply, his voice like a peal of distant thunder. His large hand ruffling the small prince's hair as he gazed down the empty throne room

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

"Ewww!!" Olin squealed, his little nose wrinkling and his feet kicking.

[CrimsonMoon]

He grins and tickles the small boy

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

Olin shrieked with laughter, wiggling in his father's arms, "Papa!!"

[CrimsonMoon]

" Hm? Oh yes may I help you, o short one?" Tehran grins down at the child, standing from the throne and holding the small boy on her hip