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[CrimsonMoon]

" then.." The girl looks at him then the girl and squeezes the girl's shoulders before standing and sliding to her feet," I will... I will help you..." She whispers in a small voice

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Olin watched her, more out of curiosity than anything else. As he said, he didn't really prefer pleasure houses, but the girl had his interest for now.

[CrimsonMoon]

She walks to him smoothely as the other girl trembles and looks ready to protest but closes her eyes," My name is... Indigo," she says softly as she reaches out and rests her hand on his chest. Her gaze locking with his

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His eyebrow quirked upward at that and Olin Targaryen's lips curved into a smirk, "You don't say."

[CrimsonMoon]

She nods shallowly, her gaze flickering with fear and grief briefly," Please..." She says softly in a pleading voice, as if begging him to keep silent

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His hand wrapped around her small wrist and Olin casually tugged her closer, "I won't tell on your, Princess," he mused with a vicious little smirk.

[CrimsonMoon]

" Thats not what I..." She trails off and tries to tug away

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His grip was like iron and Olin gave her no room to move away, "I still bought my time with you," he reminded her in a steely voice, as if daring her to refuse.

[CrimsonMoon]

She stares at him with wide eyes before hissing," You are no better the the Greyjoys... Or the Barbarians over the seas.." Indigo glares at him

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Olin clucked his tongue, "So harsh to judge. I'm actually a lot nicer than anyone who could have found you here. Perhaps if one of my own soldiers had gotten to you first, you wouldn't think me so cruel."

[CrimsonMoon]

"... You kindness doesnt seem very visable.. Targaryn," She murmurs, her eyes blazing briefly, drawing away from him as much as she could

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"Do I have to make you see?" he asked coldly, his grip tightening enough to leave bruises, "I don't have to act so in control. Most men don't."

[CrimsonMoon]

She stares at him for a moment before sighing and allowing her arm to relax,"... Then... I will entertain you... As you wish.. But," she glances toward the shivering girl," I'll entertain you MY way..."

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Olin looked mildly amused and released her arm, "Your way, huh? And what does that mean?"

[CrimsonMoon]

"... I sing..." She says quietly," And i will sing to you all night if i must... But nothing more..."

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"And if I'm not satisfied with that?" The Targaryen asked, crossing his muscled arms, "You are not in a position to make decisions."

[CrimsonMoon]

" If you aren't satisfied, you can rape me," she answers cooly," But sooner or later word will get out that 'The Taragyn Prince Raped the Helpless Baratheon Princess'... And who's side do you think most of the other families will take after your family's history within Westoros..." She glares at him, some pride returning to her gaze though fear still flashed

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"Helpless, right," Olin snorted and shrugged, "Fine, sing."

[CrimsonMoon]

" But they won't knowthat... Will they?" She counters softly before sitting on the bed and gently stroking the Mute's hair as she began

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The Targaryen prince leaned against the wall as he listened to her, his purple eyes narrowed slightly. His foot nudged his sword sheath and his expression remained hard to read.