"∂σи'т fяєт ρяє¢ισυѕ, ι'м нєяє-"

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Olin looked up at his father and grinned, "I'm right here, Papa!"

[CrimsonMoon]

King Tehran grins and swings the door open wide, opening his arms," Come Hatchling, your mother is waiting at the docks for us, so you can say goodbye..." he was wearing a thick cloak, under his arm was tucked a small box

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Olin had the little satchel over his back and his sword clutched in his hand, "Okay, let's go!" He scurried out of the room.

[CrimsonMoon]

Tehran chuckles and quietly closes the door behind them, it would seem so unfamiliar once Olin returned. He trails after the child with a smile

-❂-

On the docks, Olin's mother quickly wrapped the heir into a tight hug, scolding him, reminding him to be charming and remember his etiquette... She was close to tears but seemed happy as well. Tehran hung back and watched for a moment, a small smile on his lips

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"I will, Mama," Olin hugged her back, nestling his face against her, "Papa and I will bring back dragon eggs, okay?"

[CrimsonMoon]

" Ju-just..." She sniffles and forces a smile, kissing the boy on the forehead," Be good for your father," hugging the child tightly

Tehran rested his hand upon her shoulder, kneeling so her could wrapthem both up in an embrace," We'll be back in no time, my love,"

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Olin giglgled and squirmed around in the embrace. He was itching to get on the ship, his whole face alight with excitement, "Yes, we'll be home soon!"

[CrimsonMoon]

Tehran chuckles as she at last releases the boy, pecking him a few more times before murmuring," Go on now, precious, be safe. I love you!" Kissing the child once more before standing and falling into Tehran's ambrace, the two exchanging tender words... They were one of the very rare couples in Westeros who had been married for love and not just political gain, that was clear

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Olin waved his sword about as he ran ahead. He glanced back at his parents and made at a face at their display. Most little boys did not understand how love felt.

[CrimsonMoon]

Tehran stuck his tongue out at Olin but smiles, chuckling as he was scolded by his beloved. They kisses deeply, embracing tightly, murmuring sweet nothings until they at last broke apart. The King Targaryen gently gave her the box he had been guarding, kissing her forehead before walking up the plank onto the longship.

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"Ewww, Papa," Olin laughed, swinging his sword at his father's legs as he approached.

[CrimsonMoon]

" You'll be doing that when you're older too, so don't act like it's the worst thing ever," he chuckles, gently swatting Olin's hair as he walks onto the deck, the plank being pulled away

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"Nu-uh! That's gross!" Olin huffed and followed after his father like a little duckling.

[CrimsonMoon]

" If you don't believe me, once you have your own children, i'll waddle up to you- leaning against my cane and say 'I told you so', if not... Well then you win this round, deal?" Tehran chuckles over his shoulder as he descends below decks, the large black sails beginning to billow and snap in the steady wind

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Olin laughed and waved his sword high over his head, "Deal, Papa!"

[CrimsonMoon]

" Now run along and examine your quarters, we'll be here for a long while, Hatchling," Tehran chuckles slightly

(Would you like to skip the months of the voyage or RP a few little placed along the way?)

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Olin grinned and scurried onto the ship, "Yes, Papa!"

(We could probably skip to when they're closer to their destination.)

[CrimsonMoon]

(Kk!)
Tehran stood on the deck, clad in simple sailor's clothing, his long blonde hair wiphipping around her bearded face as he gazesd across the waves, the faintest blue color of land on the horizon announcing the near end of their voyage across the narrow sea.
He placed his hands against the familiar wooden railed, not minding the potential prospect of splinters. He breathed in, even from hundreds of miles away he felt as if he could already smell the spices being carried on the salty breeze. It had been weeks and they were almost to his childhood home and the city of Baathios

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"Papa, look!" Olin ran up to his father's side and pointed over the rail, "There's land!"

[CrimsonMoon]

Tehran smiles and rest his arm over the boy's back," I see it, Hatchling- are you ready to begin a new chapter in your life?" he murmurs and smiles